Dear Mother Being Pampered on Mother’s Day,
To all of the moms out there who are being celebrated, I hope it’s everything you’ve been hoping for!
I hope when the alarm clock (aka the waking toddler) goes off, your husband jumps up and allows you to sleep in. I hope you enjoy the breakfast in bed your kiddos helped your husband make. I hope you enjoy your personal time with no distractions. I hope your husband intervenes in all of the children’s arguments, takes you to all your favorite places, makes you your favorite meal, writes you a special card and helps your kids to make one, too. I hope you get that mothers ring you’ve wanted, that special plant you’ve had your eye on, the new outfit you didn’t buy for yourself. Whatever it is that you’re wanting out of Mother’s Day, I sincerely hope you receive it!
But even more than that, I hope you miss your daily routine.
That’s right, I hope you miss it. I hope when your husband gets up with the kids, you miss their morning snuggles. I hope when you’re patiently waiting in bed while everyone is making you breakfast you miss the innocent morning chatter. I hope the lack of tiny, insistent hands, knocking on the bathroom door while you’re pampering is something that you miss. I hope when you’re out and about during your special alone time while your husband is with the kids, or relaxing at home, that you miss being the clever mind that solves all of the problems and arguments. I hope you miss the messy, chaotic craft time while they’re making something special for you. I hope while dinner is being prepared for you, you miss the comfort of your kitchen, preparing a meal that you know your family will love. When you’re receiving the many hugs and kisses accompanied by a, “Happy Mother’s Day, Mommy,” I hope you miss the sweet and innocent “just because I love you” hugs and kisses you get on an ordinary day.
I hope the next day, when you’re cleaning an extra messy house (because lets be honest, daddy gave it a nice try but he can’t clean like you can) that you aren’t overtaken with frustration or bitterness at the lack of proper cleaning done on your day off. And most of all, I hope at the end of the day, after you’ve noticed all that you missed, I hope, I pray, that you are grateful for the best gifts of the day. The ones that give you the rite of passage to celebrate Mother’s Day.
I hope at the end of Mother’s Day you have a renewed heart of thanksgiving for the little lips that likely call you Mommy instead of Mother, the little hands that make all the messes you clean every day, the little sloppy kisses that grace your cheek, the little arms that wrap around your neck, the little feet that kick you out of bed, and the little whispers in your ear saying, “I love you, Mommy!” I hope at the end of your special day, you are thankful for the beautiful role that you’ve been blessed with. The one called Mothering.
Happy Mother’s Day, my friends! Today, and every other day of the year!
Original post here, edited with permission for my blog.
I’m enjoying my special day today VERY much, but I do love the mundane moments of everyday. So so much.