Mother's Day 2009

A few years ago I came to understand something. As in all other things, when we reach out to others and forget ourselves we find true happiness. Mother's Day has become a nice holiday now that I make it a day for my children to show love and devotion to me even when I'd like to dig a hole and wait for the day to pass. I also believe that expecting nothing prevents disappointment. In preparing our Sunday meal, I decided to make what I wanted to eat and then enjoy it instead of allowing the resonating whining opposition ruin it for me. I endured hours of cuddling, smothering, and numerous competitions for my personal space. I pacified insecurities about whose gift was superior and offered reassuring words that each gift is unique and perfect and not to be compared. I repetitively praised all home made cards and art work and displayed them all proudly. I begged Nathan to go to nursery and instead took he and Rilla with me to my meetings. We three sat in the furthest back corner starting off quiet. When Nathan's magnetic charm seemed too strong a pull for two little girl toddlers to resist, I loosened my reverent reigns. I decided to enjoy being the parent overseer of Toddler Time enabling the other younger mothers to hear and enjoy the meeting.When I went to bed that night, I thanked God for the blessing I have to be a mother. I thanked Him for all the love those precious souls expressed to me. And, I thanked Him and acknowledged to Him my gratitude that in spite of my inadequacies and failures, it is a miracle, truly, that I am loved.