Stars of the show:
Last night, we had our teenage babysitter over and my husband and I went out to dinner, an early Mother's Day treat. After we got home and the babysitter had gone, I noticed there was a Gerbera daisy on the kitchen counter and notes from all the children with Mother's Day wishes. I felt grateful and pleased to have a thoughtful teenager in the neighborhood that I can rely on and kids excited to make cards for their mommy!
Mother's day or not, mothering goes on...
This morning my five year old woke up with the "throw ups" at five in the morning and has not stopped since. After a call to the pediatrician, we are canceling the Mother's Day breakfast and hike and taking care of this sick little one. My husband, who is NOT a cook rallied and made bacon and eggs and toast for us all. Way to go!
I read a post the other day about a mother's day dream and it is my dream also:
"What I want for Mother's Day: the sweet sound of silence. For a whole day.
I want to get up on Sunday and walk the streets, without keeping an eye on someone else. I want to drink coffee sitting down. With a book. I want to poke around in vintage stores for hours, something I haven't done in at least three years. I want to explore my new city for a whole Sunday, with no aim, no schedule, no competing agendas. A day with no conversations, except those in my own head."
I can relate to this.
I wish for "a little time" for all my mother friends and myself...
A day, a few hours, or even a trip to the bathroom alone to regroup and regenerate in order to be refreshed enough to keep caring for the one's who make us the mothers we are.
Happy Mother's Day!