I’m just going to say it, I don’t like Mother’s day. No, it’s not because I’m a motherless mother. That doesn’t make it any better, but I would still hate that day even if she was alive.
I hear some mothers have it great. They get massages or breakfast in bed. They either get to spend quality time with their kids or if they choose the opposite, spend quality time without their kids. But for most of us, me included, it’s a day rife with stress and/or disappointment. Mother’s Day is like New Year’s Eve: a whole lot of build up that almost never lives up to the hype.
For me this year, I chose to immerse myself in the “pre-game”. I reflected on all the women who raised me as surrogate moms. I poured over other people’s blogs about being a mom. I loved all the silly crafts and notes that came home from school. You can always count on preschoolers to shower you with presents and mine did not disappoint. I have more painted flowerpots full of marigolds than you can shake a stick at.
For the older kids who don’t incorporate it as much in their school day, there wasn’t much from them but what I did was find old home videos of when they were toddlers and babies so I got to relish in all the cuteness I barely noticed then because they were all young at once. Thank goodness for video memories.
So Mother’s Day itself provided nothing extra except the ability to not make dinner or lunches for Monday (thanks Dear) but the week leading up to Mother’s Day was just the opportunity I needed to reflect on all the reasons I love being a mom the other 364 days a year.
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