Oh, I had such a fabulous Mother’s Day. I always do and I know how blessed I am to have a husband and children who care so much about giving me a fabulous day. And it was fabulous from start to finish—and I mean start—Hub was up with the children in the night and I never heard them even once. When he told me that Lucy was up with a coughing fit, Bud was up because he had wet the bed, and that Liv stirred a few times, but never cried out, I didn’t believe him. He was that good. I rolled over an opened my eyes, and could hardly believe that it was 10 AM. The bedroom door was shut, which in itself is a luxury, and I hadn’t heard one peep from the kids all morning.
Of course as soon as I was in the bathroom, they all came barging in with choruses of “Happy Mother’s Day!” (well Liv said “Happy birthday to YOU!!”), and how could I mind when they had done so well all morning. They dragged me to the couch and gave me their handmade gifts from school—A photo magnet and a card from Lucy, and a bead necklace, card, photo magnet, and a dime from Bud. Liv’s teacher didn’t think far enough ahead to have her gift for me ready on Wednesday (the girls don’t go to school on Thursday and Friday), so I will get her gift today. I was starving, so we had coffee cake and coffee right away, and then I lazed on the couch for a while watching TV while Hub and Lucy made me “runny eggs”, toast, potatoes and bacon. The only bad thing was that I still didn’t have much of an appetite from having been so sick last week, (Did I mention? Strep Throat? Worst I’ve ever had? Seriously—so swollen I thought I’d need a tracheotomy. Yeah.) so I didn’t eat as much as I would have liked to. But it was delicious, and so thoughtful. Man, I love those people.
From there, Hub took them all out. In years past, this would be when he saw his mother for Mother’s Day, so it made me a bit sad for him. He never mentioned it, and I didn’t bring it up either. I was torn between seeming selfish and not bringing it up, or bringing it up and the potential to upset him. Still don’t know if I made the right decision, but in any case, he took them all away. And I went back to bed for 2 hours. When I woke up I treated myself to a huge piece of chocolate cake (left over from celebrating with my mother the night before), and then dinked around with my eBay stuff for a while. They finally came home, several gifts in tow, around 5PM.
I showered the children so Hub could wrap them, and then they all made a big deal about me opening them. Lucy picked out some new earrings for me, there was a new MP3 player and some headphones Hub thought would work in my tiny ears, a food processor—which is really a replacement for the one I returned but did not exchange for Christmas, and new coupon holders. It was seriously overwhelming.
We ended the day with ordered in fried chicken for dinner, the kids in bed early, Hub going off to work, and I spent some time loading songs in to my new toy. I honestly couldn’t have asked for a better day. I never expected all the gifts; I had told them several times that all I wanted was to sleep in and have them cook me a nice breakfast. That was it. And they did so much more.
I don’t wish every day was Mother’s Day, though I did enjoy being treated like a queen. I have a fabulous family. Kids who are so sweet and kind, and caring. A husband who helps to foster that, and helps our kids live out the values we have. They are truly amazing. And I am blessed. And that might just be the best gift of all.