I hated it for years because I wanted to be a mom so badly. Then, I finally got to celebrate my first Mother's Day as a foster mom to Orlando and Ro-Ro. I remember trying to figure out what the big deal was- that year was hard; and then I wasn't a mom again.
And then I gave birth to Shayne. Mother's Day became precious and I now look forward to the celebration every year. I no longer skip church but get to stand up when they recognize all the moms. Although my heart is always heavy as I wonder how many women are sitting there in agony because they are longing to be a mother themselves.
Since Shayne was born, Mother's Day morning is usually a crazy one just trying to get to church, and then rushing through the day trying to balance two momma's to love on and spoil while trying to enjoy being a pampered mom.
This year was different- I got to have it all and "all" was relaxing, calm, and plain fun.
It started on Saturday with a Girls Day Out (Thanks again, baby!) Anyway, me, Renee and Mom headed to the Tea Tavern for brunch. Hot Artichoke Chicken Salad in a bread bowl. Yum. We chatted, reminisced, ate and sipped tea. (just us girls, no testosterone to be found.)
Terri couldn't join us for brunch but we headed to her house afterwards to make bracelets. Can I just say we had a blast. A few dropped beads- well, a lot of dropped beads but the result was more than just 3 great bracelets- it was memories to cherish for a long time. Adult female conversation, laughter and coffee. Definitely a good time.
Renee tagged along with me while I ran errands - well, paid bills. We can even turn dreaded money separation into fun before calling it a day around 5:30 or so.
I picked up Frank's pizza on my way home and had dinner with my boys. We played outside for a little while before I got to open my presents. I know it was a day early but they were really excited. They got me a new dress (a very long dress) and a great plaque for the fireplace.
I struggled with whether or not I should feel guilty for enjoying time away from my kids especially as a Mother's Day gift. I think that we all struggle with that balance, don't we. Anyway, I decided no guilt for this gal.
Sunday, I took the boys to church with me and while there grabbed a quick traditional photo with my buddies before heading home for the Mother's Day cookout at our house Rex planned for the Allen moms.
The Dad's did all the work- including Rex's homemade patio potatoe salad and bananna pudding. He really did take care of everything so I got to enjoy another meal without cooking. Beth and Brenda came by later in the afternoon- it was nice having them at our house- and the cousins love playing together.
Me, Jill, Ona & Grandma Allen (Iris)
Rex took the kids to cubbies and I took Grandma home. I'm still trying to accept the fact that she turned 88 on the 6th of May- so hard to believe. I helped her put out her new hanging baskets and then cut some peonies for me to bring home (ants were included for free, ewww.) and hugged. I kept hugging her again, and again. I had a hard time saying goodbye to her for some reason. Probably because I know how precious time with her is- so I lingered a bit.
After tearing myself away- I came home and had just enough time to move a bookcase and shelf and sit down for a few minutes before the dudes got home.
Quickly back to the routine- I rock and put my boys in bed and then crashed with some Nyquil.
Pastor Mike referred to motherhood as a bit of Jeckyl & Hyde in his message. I so agree. It does bring out my best, and at times my worst. A quote I keep on my desk is--- "I don't have to be a perfect mom, I just need to be a praying mom."
As I look back over the years, I know that being a mom is a direct gift from God. I am truly blessed that He has allowed me to be mom to the three best kids ever.
What a great Mothers Day!