Mother's Day this year was not what I had planned. But some days just rolling with the changes and seeing what happens is the best way to go. You never know what little surprises await you.
We thought we'd do a girls day, the Hippie Chick, Gypsy and I. But nursing school finals were looming, the Gypsy was feeling ill, and KU graduation was going on, so between the KU crowds and Mother's Day, no tables were to be had at restaurants around Lawrence. So, I ran to the store to get dinner to cook at home, we tucked our Gypsy in on the sofa to rest, and we rolled with it.
My husband and Sugarwings mowed an "I heart MOM" into the grass and lined it with white flowers. When he called me outside to see their creation, I was in the middle of one of the many crisises of the day (spilled syrup in the fridge- into every drawer, with broken glass every where/ a whole set of tea cups knocked over and broken/ baby pee to steam clean out of the new mattress/ trying to create a spur of the moment meal for 8/ as well as a few more stressors along the way) and I maybe wasn't as impressed as I should have been.
For one thing, it said "mom", so I figured it was for Sugarwing's Mommy. He meant it for all the moms in the house, But I didn't realize that at the time. I said it was nice and the flowers were pretty and went back to my kitchen problems.
- The hour cutting fruit and veggies at the sink with my son while we talked about nothing in particular
- The early morning arrival of our new flock of chickens and watching the grand fairies play with them
- All of us telling stories about our own moms over dinner
- Seeing the happy faces of our grand daughter's moms, who we now consider our own daughters, as they opened the gifts we picked out for them
- Looking around the room and feeling the love of this woven together group who became a family
All of those heart warming moments, as well as the chaotic, messy ones made the day memorable. And thinking about the trouble my husband went to, and the thoughtfulness of his mown message made me smile, and wish I'd acted a little more appreciative at the time when he showed it to me.
It really was a sweet thing to do.