As Mothers days go..
mine was pretty amazing!
My children took it upon themselves
to show me love...
They did not have anyone
who took them to shop,
or helped them plan..
so they did it themselves.
a speech written by my middle daughter,
a muffin with a stick in place of a candle.
A rousing rendition of
'she's a jolly good fellow'
and a sweet and loving text message sent
from their bedroom
to me in the living room!
Everything a mothers day should be...
That was very sweet!
The bittersweet came as I sat in church..
and realized the singleness of being 'just me'
the snapshots of mothers days past played in my mind..
My first mothers day...
my son just 2 days old!
His dad bringing me cute cards
from my new born...
Mothers days when they were small
when what I desired most was a break..
and what I appreciatted most was
being taken care of..for a day..
I remembered the very bittersweet memory..
a mothers day
the year my marraige ended...
the card from the flowers I was sent..
and the 'love ya' signed at the bottom....
where past cards said
"I love you..forever"..
that mothers day card
that was actually a dead give away..
but it only made sense later..
a card that hung on my fridge for a year
as I searched for clues...
of the past..
of the present...
and The hope
in the future...
all wrapped up in 24 hours...