Tomorrow is Mother’s Day. Wow, it got here fast. In fact, it snuck up on me, caught me unaware and unprepared. In truth, I have loads of viable excuses but come on, we’re talking about Mother’s Day. I could have and should have done better.
My mom reads this blog and I know that she knows how much I love her, how much she means to me. She knows this because we have a mushy (and forgiving!) family. We hug and laugh and love to the extreme. Out loud. For the world to see. She knows. But still, it’s Mother’s Day.
Mom, in her interminable style and grace, has given me (another) pass. She allowed me to postpone our Mother’s Day celebration. My mother and I will not celebrate Mother’s Day tomorrow. Because we live in different states, we will celebrate in a few weeks, when we can be together. I can’t wait to see her.
Here’s an excerpt from a lighthearted Mother’s Day poem I wrote last year:
Mom finds humor every day
Her laughter fills the air
Family time was joyous
We didn’t have a care read more…
I posted this on Facebook today and want to post it here too:
This pic is of Mom & Dad when they were in the hospital having me. Look how young they were! Mom, I'm posting this in honor of Mother's Day. I love you.
Guess what mom’s comment was. When she saw the post she wrote: Was I ever that young and that small? And just think… we brought home the prize!
What a sweetie. Happy Mother’s Day Mom!
(Mea maxima culpa. I hope my brother and/or my sister have my back tomorrow!)