Mother's Day started out with a bang...homemade cards on the table, lots of hugs and kisses from the kiddos, and then out to breakfast we went. Every year for Mother's day, I ask for one thing...to go out to breakfast. "That's all I want", I insist!
This is almost always followed by a family walk around the fort near our house, and then back home where I take a nap.
It was perfection for those early morning hours!
And then the rest of the day happened.
The rest of the day went down like a typical weekend day - an away lacrosse game (an hour drive each way!), fighting kids, yardwork, fighting kids, a trip to Lowe's, fighting kids, dinner on the run, a visit with my Mom, home for baths and bedtime and last minute homework. Then I had a house to clean up as Phil ran outside to plant the newly purchased veggies and herbs in the garden. As we sat down (finally!) at the end of the night, my sister texted me:
Phil leaned over to read the texts, and said "Sorry, babe, you need a Mother's Day do-over". And I felt really bad. How exactly did I expect Mother's Day to go down? I got exactly what I had asked for...breakfast out! Yet, I was left wishing for a much more relaxing day filled with fun activities and perfect children.
But (reality check!) all those kids still needed to get to their games and have their bellies fed and their bums wiped and their tears kissed and their voices heard. That stuff doesn't go away on Mother's Day - that's life! I wouldn't even be a mother if I didn't have these babies who needed me.
Phil was right, I do need a Mother's Day do-over. But not because the day lived up to less than my expectations, but because I lived up to less than my expectations. Thank goodness I get to wake up and try again. And thank God for sweet babies who love me nonetheless.