Happy Mother’s Day to all of you mothers out there. I hope you had a lovely day with family and friends.
Yellow roses were one of my Mother’s favorite flowers. She passed on a few years ago at the young age of 79. She was one of my best friends. I miss her terribly. Her name was Ellen.
This was the best Mother’s Day I’ve had in many years since my husband became ill and passed away a few years ago. My son always writes me a letter every year, buys a lovely card and some grocery store flowers (all he can afford … he just turned 20). Don’t get me wrong; I have always loved the heart he put into Mother’s Day as a teenager, especially after what happened to his Father. This year, he cooked up a surprise. With some help.
He announced at 9:00 A.M. this morning that guests were coming over and I should be ready to go to brunch by 11:00 A.M. He wouldn’t tell me who was coming or where we were going. I assumed it would be the gang of college kids who practically live here, with whom he studies, and who don’t live close to their mothers or grandmothers.
My apartment is usually a wreck … college kids eating and studying and making a mess. Still, he wouldn’t tell me who was coming, and I got nervous. Quickly made a quick clean up of the front of the apartment. I actually did the 5 minute face of make-up instead of the 1 minute face of lotion and chapstick. Put on the most decent clothes I have that were actually clean.
I figured these kids could pool enough money for brunch, but that it probably wouldn’t be a fancy restaurant, so I went sorta dressy casual clothes-wise.
Then, a bit of panic set in. I thought: What if it isn’t just the kids? What if a parent comes? Am I going to be embarrassed that kids study all over the place and it’s not immaculate? Finally, I had to let it go and let it be.
Then, the “guests” came. There have been a lot of deaths in my family during the last 5 years. We get together for funerals and depressing things. Then we drift away. Today, members of my family came from different parts of the state. My 20 year-old son certainly didn’t get this together by himself. My cousin really got it together.
I opened my apartment door, and family members that I didn’t expect to see walked in. We went to a sushi restaurant that my son planned. We also went to a great place for awesome chocolate. We laughed. We took pictures. We hugged and kissed each other.
It was a beautiful Mother’s Day. The best I’ve had since I can’t remember.
Moral of this story? A big family can go through years of living physically away from each other, illness, death, raising teenagers, getting a little disconnected for a time. At the end of the day, we are family. We ROCK.
Anyway. I’m a happy Mom today. I so love my son. I remember the day he was born like it was yesterday. I love my family. I am a blessed woman today.
I hope every mother on the planet had at least a little something that made her heart sing. I know a lot of mothers didn’t have a lovely experience like I did.
I love you all, ladies.
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