First, a disclaimer: There was a time when I hated Mother’s Day. Specifically, 2002 and 2003 were the worst. When you struggle with infertility, Mother’s Day is a cruel reminder of what you cannot have. Equally, Mother’s Day can be unbearable when you’ve lost a child, lost your mother, or are grieving for other family related issues. So, this post is not made in vain. In fact, when Mother’s Day turned into a holiday I could indeed celebrate, it was not without a solemn reminder of those who are still waiting for a child of their own.
This year, Mother’s Day was exactly what I wanted and needed. After sleeping in and spending several hours in bed sipping coffee and watching reruns of The Golden Girls, I emerged from the bedroom and said, “Let’s go hiking!”
So we did.
Then we came home for lunch, dropped off the dog, and grabbed the canoe.
I so dearly love East Tennessee.
Chuck and Jeremy threw a few lines in the water. The fish were biting, but barely.
For dinner we grilled out and then I made a batch of chocolate chip cookies. I deflected all questions from the boys by referring them to their dad. I wanted to enjoy the company of my children but not be entirely responsible for them. They did their best not to argue with one another in my presence. I was impressed.
Their homemade Mother’s Day cards could not have been more accurate and in line with their personalities and relationship with me. Jeremy’s best line: “Also, always know when I’m in a bad mood it’s most likely that I’m just hungry and I don’t mean it.”
Jackson’s best line: “I love you as much as God.”
Truly, Mother’s Day was a blessing. My cup overflows.