I hope you all had a wonderful Mother’s Day weekend. I certainly did.
It was a beautiful weekend, weather wise, and we had no big plans on the agenda outside of household chores and a little driveway yoga.
On Friday at five, we called in quitting time. I sat in the driveway, tried to teach myself to use David’s fancier camera and watched the girls tromp around, finding adventures around every corner.
We came inside to make dinner and I was asleep on the couch by 8:15 pm.
Saturday we snagged breakfast out, picked up our boat from the service department, then headed home for a day full of home maintenance.
No family member was exempt from pitching in, no matter her size.
Of course if Dad is burning things, marshmallow breaks are pretty much mandatory, no matter the time of day.
I scrubbed the inside of the house and let the bread machine work on dinner, leaving us the simple tasks of doctoring it up and devouring.
Al fresco of course.
Once the babes were in bed, a bottle of wine took David and me from dinnertime to 11:00 pm without us changing positions out on the porch.
Have I mentioned we are chatty?
On Sunday itself, I slept in and walked into a clean kitchen, a warm welcome,
and breakfast being made for me.
Our day quickly filled up with a good message at church, a quick lunch out and and afternoon on the water.
Ahem, in the water actually. Which we weren’t quite properly prepared for.
We improvised though.
The day faded out as David handled bed and bath, then moved on to dinner without me ever lifting a finger.
It was quite a treat to be queen for the day!
Yesterday marked my 5th Mother’s Day celebration as a mom myself. It had me feeling all kinds of introspective, or perhaps it was the wine? Either way, my thoughts were flowing.
I evaluated how my perspective is changing as I gain more life experience. I believe it’s called growth.
I thought about how much I’ve been guilty in the past, even the recent past, of being self-centered in my celebration. It is Mother’s Day and I am a mother. I deserve to be celebrated, right? Definitely. But I also started reflecting on how much I have to celebrate myself. For starters, how fortunate am I that this holiday brings up nothing but feelings of joy and celebration?
I get to be a mom. Something I’ve wanted my entire life. I have two beautiful, healthy children. Furthermore, I have my mom, who has loved on me unconditionally my whole life. I even have two loving grandmothers and a wonderful mother in law too. The blessings I have to celebrate are numerous.
However, I realize that the day may not be so joy-filled for others. There are women who long to be a mom who aren’t yet. Others that may not have their moms here to hug or call. Or a myriad of other emotions that come from unique situations. Motherhood is a deeply personal journey, no matter what side of it you are on.
Coloring book pages that say super mom, a husband that steps up voluntarily to handle all parental and household duties and as much of this as I can manage?
I have so much to celebrate indeed.
How was your Mother’s Day weekend?