I was asked several times if I had a nice Mother's Day.
I guess this question surprises me. Yes. Yes, of course it was nice.
Dean cleaned the house for me on Saturday while I lay sick in bed. Then on Sunday he stayed home with a puking child while I went to the park with the other kids. Later that day, he hosed down the puke blankets and sheets for me.
He was kind enough to hold off being sick himself until after we had all crawled into bed, and Mother's Day was technically over.
Sounds like it kind of sucked, but I really did have a nice day. What wasn't to love about it? I felt pampered and loved simply because my husband served me all. weekend. long. Gosh but I love that man!
Perhaps it's because I have five young children, or perhaps it's because I look at motherhood as my
job, but either way, I don't get too hyped up about Mother's Day or set high expectations.
To know I'm thought of and thanked is enough. With that knowledge, I can go about my day happily. A day that involves dirty diapers, hungry children, and a growing laundry pile, regardless of the fact that it's the second Sunday of May.
I suppose I'm a 'glass half full' kind of gal too. I'm usually finding the good in a day, a moment, a circumstance; and the good in my weekend was all the small things I didn't have to do.
I guess I also am as realistic as I am optimistic.
And honestly, I kind of feel like it's Mother's Day at least twice a month.
Like on the days that Dean says of course he is willing to pick up dinner on his way home from work.
Or the days that my kids and I enjoy lots of snuggles and giggles on the couch.
Or the times when my nine year old son comes bursting in the door and launches himself into my arms.
Or when my daughter presents me with a card she drew herself.
Or when the three youngest take a nap, all at the same time! For two whole hours!
So yes, I am incredibly blessed! With a wonderful mother and mother-in-law, with an incredibly supportive spouse, with great friends, and with five beautiful children who make my days worthwhile.
I mean, just
look at that smile!
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| 10:52 Mother |
And because I thought you would get as much of a kick out of this poem as I did, I'm going to share something I stumbled across on this big ol' world wide web.
If You Give a Mom a Muffin
by Beth Brubaker
If you give a mom a muffin,
she'll want a cup of coffe to go with it.
She'll pour herself some.
Her three year old will come and spill the coffee.
Mom will wipe it up.
Wiping the floor, she will find dirty socks.
She'll remember she has to do laundry.
When she puts the laundry into the washer,
she'll trip over shoes and bump into the freezer.
Bumping into the freezer will remind her she has to plan supper.
She will get out a pound of hamburger.
She'll look for her cookbook (How to make 101 Things With a Pound of Hamburger).
The cookbook is sitting under a pile of mail.
She will see the phone bill, which is due tomorrow.
She will look for her checkbook.
The checkbook is in her purse, which is being dumped out by her two year old.
Then she'll smell something funny.
She'll change the two year old.
While she is changing the two year old, the phone will ring.
Her five year old will answer and hang up.
She'll remember she was supposed to phone a friend
to come over for coffee.
Thinking of coffee will remind her that she was going to have a cup.
She will pour herself some more.
And chances are,
if she has a cup of coffee,
her kids will have eaten the muffin that went with it.
Yep, pretty much sums up my days to a "T"! And it's great!
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| A Picture of my Wednesday afternoon |
Amber will have more to share about mothers.
Have a great weekend you all, whether you're a mother enjoying the beautifully mundane or not!
