I have seen many people’s posts on social media about Mother’s
Day and what it means to them.
I have seen disappointment, contentment, excitement…the list
goes on to express the feelings everyone feels on Mother’s Day.
It’s bittersweet in many ways; if you’ve lost a Mom, if you
have been adopted and don’t know your “birth Mom”, if you had to give a child
up, if you can’t have children and long for it so much or if you’re a Mom and
you’re feeling underwhelmed at the attention paid to you on this specific day…it’s
just kinda a crap shoot.
Yes of course there are the warm fuzzies that come with
being a Mom on Mother’s Day, the home-made necklaces and cards, the extra
cuddles but through it all the bum still needs to be wiped, the children still
need to be nurtured and reprimanded, the dishes and laundry still need to be
loaded and unloaded and as a Mom those chores are what we do. We are MOM “Masters of Mayhem!”
{Good morning Mama! Happy Mother's Day!}
The expectation: We expect that on Mother’s Day we are going
to not have to do anything but what we need to do for ourselves…This is a lie
from the pit! How the heck do you think
our husbands are going to do all of what we do when they normally don’t do much
of it!?!?! We have brought our
expectation to lofty heights and in the meantime made our husbands feel like
they aren’t good enough and there is no way they can actually reach our unspoken expectations.
{My boys}
I don’t know if your husband is the same as mine but mine wants
to make me feel like I’m worth the world, but frankly it’s going to be done
through his eyes not mine. This means I’m
still going to get the children washed and dressed as well as myself on Sunday
morning, even though it’s Mother’s Day…that’s my job; it’s what I do.
{Snip-its from my day /Mom & I at brunch/Mr. L with our new fire pit/meeting Miss. Carmen VanD at brunch/Coley in waffle heaven/my boys/rise 'n shine/playing in the rain/getting ready/JJ at brunch}
Mr. L tries very very very hard to make my Mother’s Day feel
enjoyable and lovely. And frankly he
does a great job! But the reason I think
he does a great job and feels equally gratified is because I don’t pin him to a
wall and say “now listen Mr. I’m the queen of this hive and you better make
sure the drones are in your care tomorrow cause I’m taking off my Mom hat and
just wearing the queen hat for the W H O L E day!”. Nope I don’t and by being
fairly passive {although I do drop gift hints // not that it matters, he
usually has a plan already made up in his mind} about what I expect, it makes
my day that much better!
{On our way to church}
There are surprises and little joys that make me feel loved
and adored. That’s really all that
matters.
I still dress the kids, discipline the kids, rock the kids,
wash the dishes, wipe up the floor, do the garbage, make the bed, organize book
bags for school, make lunches…all that is why I am Mom, so why would I expect
him to do all that when that’s the role I play in our home?
Yesterday morning at church our Pastor challenged the
husbands to pray over their wives and to edify us in the role we play in the
home. Such a great word and amazing
things will come out of a husband praying over his wife. I’m thankful that I had both my little munchy
boys and my Mr. pray over me last night.
Truly blessed.
{in between it all I had made a mess of milk in the garage that my Mr. was cleaning up and we had found a leak in our car...see not perfect but keeping it in perspective!}
{Time to veg out with my book, HGTV and an ice coffee was perfection especially since the boys were sleeping}
I always say it’s a matter of perspective. My day wasn’t outstandingly amazing and
awesome. It was lovely. It was nice. It was taking in all that has
made me a Mom and who I am. It was
resetting myself on what I do and why I do it.
My perspective enhances the tone of my home and I want that tone to be
beautiful and light. So my response to
everything that happens {or doesn’t happen} on Mother’s Day is with that thought
in mind.
{The boys took me shopping to Chapters, they actually just wanted to play on the train table so I wandered around and did some shopping myself!}
I hope all of you had a wonderful day being celebrated and
if you didn’t “feel it” this year, just wait…maybe next year your perspective
will be different and you too will feel cherished and loved {with or without
all the pretences and perfection}.
{this was the best shot we could get of me and the boys! Oy Vey!}
And here we are again, I'm standing at my sink ready to do the dishes again. But choosing joy when doing it cause one day they will be grown up and gone and I won't have any dirty dishes to clean!
Much love and happy Monday Lovelies!
{XoXo}
