My Cup Runneth Over

Mother's Day dawned with my husband reentering the bedroom, reminding me that I had to stay in bed while Her Highness made breakfast for me, to be served in bed. So, I tarried in my room, moving from the bed into the chair. I listened, through a shut door as my son screamed, whined and demanded attention in all sorts of foreign language to my husband, who ignored him. The door was flung open and my children and husband burst in, shouting "Happy Mother's Day!"
As my son and I wrestled for the glass of juice (no spills, but he totally won), my daughter beamed with pride at the egg and toast she had cooked for the first time on her own. I was given a new charm for my Pandora bracelet, new Crocs sandals and a picture craft made at school by my daughter, as well as cards both homemade and store bought.






Unfortunately my husband worked today, so he left us on our own. I'd like to report it was a great day but, alas, it was not. Church was difficult and tiresome and my son decided to skip his afternoon nap. That sucked. I was planning a nap this afternoon, too. *sigh* While I wrestled, physically and mentally, with an exhausted, cranky, biting sixteen month old, every part of me screamed, "It's not fair! It's Mother's Day!" But, fair or not, this was my day.

As I watched my kids play in the bath together, as the day waned in to evening, I realized that even though I didn't get the pampering all mothers deserve EVERY day but especially today, I am so richly blessed. I have a husband who adores me (and I him) and a spoiled, lovely (inside and out) daughter and a cute, mischievous son. My kids are healthy. My parents are alive and healthy. I have a home: a lovely, spacious home. I have so, so much to be thankful for. So, I have decided I will not greet my husband with a barrage of gripes and complaints but a smile and a thank you for the nice gifts, his love and our children.

I hope that you found a little peace, love and happiness on this day.

Happy (belated) Mother's Day....