It’s Mother’s Day. And I’m heading to Home Depot.
It would seem like the last place a mom of two children
would want to spend her day. Wouldn’t most moms want to be lavished upon,
dining in a fine restaurant and be overall pampered?
For the most part, I think Mother’s Day is overrated. Like
every commercialized holiday that we hold in high regard, every day should be
celebrated as Mother’s Day. Or Father’s Day. We all know that, but I suppose that
sometimes we need a reminder. Hence, the Hallmark holidays.
Right now, it’s noon-ish, and so far, I’m having a rockin’
Mother’s Day. I slept until 9:15 AM (which in and of itself is a miracle). I
started to head downstairs when the kids, who were both coming up the stairs,
yelled, “Go back to your room!” And so I went back to my room, as told, where I
was greeted with hugs, cards and a cute little breakfast of a buttered
croissant, strawberries (washed, to boot!) and a glass of OJ in a monkey cup.
What more could you want than that?
And as I write this right now, I have two beautiful, healthy
kids who are laughing with each other (in between fights, that is), a clean
kitchen in spite of last night’s party with family (yay, no dirty dishes
waiting for me!), and a hubby who is holding it all together despite severe
I have already spoken with my best friends L. and L., and we
wished each other Happy Mother’s Day, and a Happy Mother’s Day to our beautiful
moms in Heaven.
Now, that’s love.
So now, we are heading to the diner where delish
cheeseburger deluxes await us, then off to see Iron Man 3 as a family. We will
wrap up Mother’s Day together at Home Depot, where we will pick paint colors
for the master bath and dream of future home improvement projects. Then, we’ll
laugh at people falling on America’s Funniest Home Videos, and put the kids to
bed, before snuggling in to watch Celebrity Apprentice while eating the
leftover white chocolate and raspberry mousse cake from the party last night. A perfect day.
When I stop to think about it, this is how we spend most of our
weekends—these weekends that I treasure so much. That's the point--do what you love to do, and do it every day, not just on Mother's Day. In that way, I suppose that we
do celebrate Mother’s Day (and Father’s Day) every weekend.
And that’s the greatest gift of all.
Until next week,