I don't really ask for a lot--no big brunch, no presents, no special dinner.
Mother's Day to me is the day where I get to appreciate being a mother, not the day where I feel guilty that I'm not the mother from a Hallmark card. I'm not her. I never will be. But I'm the only mother my kids get, and they are the only chance I get to learn how to be their mom. Symbiotic at is simplest.
What would I be and where would I be without these seven blessings in my life? Without my own kind mother whose endless patience both humbles and inspires?
I Facetimed with my two older kids and their spouses and kids. That was awesome. I called my mom--my example of patience and acceptance for whatever life throws at you.
And we Skyped Ben in Peru. That was the best part of the day. We Facetimed Heidi on Brad's phone. Tucker's connection kept dropping and they could only be connected by speaker on my phone. Can you see all of us piled in the corner of the screen?
Nothing makes me happier than having my entire family together in one room. Even if it is only virtually together.
Some moms go to bed on Mother's Day with high expectations dashed. Some moms go to bed on Mother's Day laden with guilt from all they're not doing. Some moms go to bed on Mother's Day showered with gifts and good food.
I went to bed before 9 pm with aching cheeks and a heart overflowing with love for my imperfect family.
Emphasis on the mine.