Mother’s Day really turns into Mother’s Weekend in our house, since we don’t go on outings on Sundays. I don’t mind in the least.
Saturday morning I slept in with Jake and Joey and woke up to the smell of waffles. The rest of the day I spent working on crafts and otherwise taking time for myself. Blessed time. Saturday night the six of us dined at The Natural Cafe, where the kids enjoy rubbing the belly of the Buddah statue greeting customers at the entrance. It was a great and, surprisingly, relaxing dinner and all four children were calm and happy. (And I just love walking into a restaurant with four kids, two of them infant twins. You can imagine the looks of astonishment. And smiles.)
Sunday, Colin made me Eggs Benedict. You know the day is going to be good when you start out with something as tasty as this:
“It’s delicious!” as Maddie would say.
At church, I led the children in singing a medley of Mother’s Day songs to the congregation during Sacrament Meeting. By the end of our Sabbath worship, I had received a heart envelope stuffed with a poem on how priceless are a child’s messy fingerprints from Warren, a decorated card with her darling picture from Maddie, and a beautiful poem on womanhood and motherhood handed out as we walked into church. I felt appreciated.
Warren had already given me his kindergarten-made present he insisted I open the day he brought it home from school. It was a picture of him (with his missing front tooth and sweaty hair) framed in a matte he designed himself accompanied by a card with a detailed drawing of an electric train on the front. Clearly my tastes he was thinking of. His cute framed picture is now hanging on the fridge.
And if all that weren’t enough, Colin ordered a dozen of these amazing chocolate peanut butter delights from my friend Jo, who is the very definition of crafty:
I love Mother’s Day. I have long ago dropped any expectations for the “perfect day” where my children don’t whine, or have poop blow-outs, or need to be excused from the chapel for screaming because they know how much it would mean to me. But I do notice that extra effort to make me feel special, even if it’s also followed by a, “She just took my LEGO piece!” or a screeching, “NO!!!!”
Instead, I focus on the joys of motherhood that I feel every day. And I also take the opportunity to reflect on my own sweet mother and remember all that she has done for me over the years. Two thoughts that bring me happiness and leave me in awe of this great stewardship we’re given as mothers.
Happy Mother’s Day to you mothers and to you who have a mother heart. I hope your day was a happy as mine.