I wrote a post a few days ago where I shared what I wanted for Mother’s Day. You can read it Here. But, today’s post is all about what I love about the day itself.
First off, it’s my birthday!!!!! Yep, I have the pleasure of celebrating both days in one every now and again. It’s pretty rad. I’m gonna go to church and do brunch with my boys. I plan to cook sausage and cream cheese croissants, fried wings, waffles with a strawberry simple syrup and whipped cream. You know. Real simple! Lol! Sure, I’ll have fruit and beverage choices, too. Praise God for early service!
Second, I love that moms get recognition for all the hard work we do all year. It’s work we’d gladly do, but sometimes we’d love a decrease in our load. I’m just saying. Dont shoot the messenger. Against popular belief, we do want a maid. Please and thank you. And by maid, we mean the people who live with us. Lol! Right ladies!
Thirdly, I love the handmade things my boys come up with for me. I know. I’ve said it too “If they bring me another ugly piece of pottery” or “What is this!” Lol! But when they come home with no junky craft, my heart drops a little. One year, I went out with a boyfriend for dinner. When I returned, they had spelled out Mom with construction paper in the garage. Now, I was thinking I could have pulled in and driven all over that. Why would their minds say do that? Lol. But! They were thinking “How can we surprise her as soon as she opens the garage?” It was cute. And of course they had some badly written letters that I will always cherish. I’ll bring them out when they’re grownups and embarrass them in front of their wives. You know as all good moms do. But for now, I accept that those times are coming to an end. Afterall, they are growing up. Who knows what I will get this time! I’ll keep you posted though!
What is the wackiest, most badly built, sweetest gift you’ve received for Mother’s Day? Let’s trade stories.
P.S.
Love on the motherless out there, the childless women whose dream did not come to pass, and also the men whose moms are deceased. They may say they’re okay. Hug them anyway.
