Confession: I think we should all get medals the morning *after* Mother’s Day, when the daily grind kicks in. How was your Mother’s Day? Mine was lovely…
I woke up to find the kids bouncing around, waiting for me to see what they made with their daddy—a poster with flowers and butterflies.
Each of their faces was framed in a flower, and each had written five butterfly “certificates” for services they’ll offer me.
One hour of entertainment for Kelly
Clean my room
Help with flower bed weeding
One hour solitude
Wow!! Plus my sons pooled their money and bought me an Almond Joy. I can’t tell if it’s my favorite candy bar because I really love it or because no one else does. It’s a win-win situation. I had half of it for breakfast.
Then my son Regan came back from Sunday school with a Daffin’s candy bar for me and a card with five adjectives he’d chosen for his mommy. I howled. The first one was “pretty” and the second “merry.” I absolutely love the word merry and couldn’t have chosen a better compliment, but it seems so close to categorically untrue.
We went to the beach and luxuriated in sand and sun, our first time this season. The kids got soaked and the adults got in sync and it was deep family joy.
I found a tiny golden stone like a chick.
I talked with a friend or two after church about Mother’s Day, the little wince we feel on a day like this because we know we don’t deserve quite all the nice things that are said. When we had one baby we thought we did pretty good… now we’re several kids into it and have a few regrets. We complain and we yell and we worry about what we ought to have done differently and we see the fault-lines we are passing on.
I think we will talk more about mothering this week. First, how was your Day?