After seven years as a mother, I have not figured out Mother’s Day. Three years ago, I realized that the “day off” piece of it is a myth if you have young children. So, last year and the year before, I left the house early and took my time coming back. I recall those days as quiet, relaxed and peaceful, at least for the hours I was away.
This year, I decided to give another go at spending time with the family on Mother’s Day. Hmmm.
Wrangling kids to get them cleaned up and dressed, enduring a long wait for a table in a crowded restaurant, and keeping said kids entertained during the wait do not make for a “day off,” nor does it feel celebratory. This is normal stuff. Not bad stuff, just normal stuff. It’s what we do.
It was a good, normal day (except that I didn’t used to walk around in a pink raffia cowgirl hat, which was Jay’s pick for me).
I am grateful for my hat and other gifts, and for another opportunity to spend time with people I love and appreciate and who love and appreciate me. Next year, though, I might be back at Applebee’s for a little peace and quiet.