I had the thought as I enjoyed my breakfast in bed Mother’s Day morning –
“I wish everyday was Mother’s Day!”
And it should be, right? One day for all of the love and care and work and tenderness – and THAT was just to get the little darlings out of my body! It says nothing of the day in, day out job of being a mother.
Alas, that is the beauty of it and where the steel strength of a mom is forged. . . the long days and even longer nights of unrecognized love. That’s what makes this one Sunday a year so very sweet.
I still think it’s be nice if it came more often. So I’m spreading the celebration and posting a few days late about my day.
I was awakened by over-anxious children letting me know that dad was away getting breakfast. Then I listened to excited whispering and planning. Breakfast in bed was wonderful as was the lemon-y water (fave!) and the dandelions.
Then to Mass in our brightest springtime colors. Dear, dear friends were having the Mass offered for Nana Joyce. Perfect timing. There were a few tears.
And then it was lunch and picking out sunglasses (my request) and just when I thought I was going to begin baking a cake for my mother-in-law, Jac kicked me out of the house to “enjoy the day.” Fabric store, here I come!
We ended the day at the in-laws for dessert with the cousins.
I fell asleep knowing I was blessed.
My very favorite part of the day, though, is always the Mother’s blessing at the end of Mass. I wish I could find the version Cathedral used this year, but we will have to go with an ever popular one instead. For all the mother’s I know:
We thank you for the love of the mothers you have given us,
Whose love is so precious that it can never be measured,
whose patience seems to have no end.
May we see your loving hand behind them and guiding them.
We pray for those mothers who fear
they will run out of love or time, or patience.
We ask you to bless them with your own special love.
We ask this in the name of Jesus, our brother.