As it sometimes goes, the first half of Mother's Day weekend didn't seem to go quite right for me. I think I jinxed it when Cal was only two months old and got his first (very mild, but STILL) sunburn on the day before my first one. I can happily celebrate my own mother and the other mothers in my life, but I'm always left feeling a little undeserving of the sweetness I get from my beautiful children. It's like I'm doomed to spend the day before Mother's Day in some sort of terrible state with my kids, only to be reminded by the next morning how loving and fab they can be just in time to feel like a big jerk who is forever screwing things up.
Oh, I know that's not really true. It's part of what makes us mothers, or at least part of what makes me a mother. Loving them so much to want them to be better and wanting myself to be better at the same time. We can, and DO, love each other through it. I know my mom wasn't perfect. I mean, she couldn't have been, right? ;-) But, somehow when I remember her in my younger years, none of the bad stuff comes through. So, if we all remember these days a little sweeter than they really were sometimes, what does that hurt? I just hope that the good outshines the bad someday in all our minds. I'll just take Sunday and leave Saturday in the brain dust.
The kiddos really were too sweet to me on Sunday, lavishing me with cards and stories and pictures and writings, how could I dwell on our Saturday shortcomings?
From Ellie: Who can resist black glitter flowers for Mama's Day? Truly the girl has a disturbing obsession with the black glitter crayon. There are very few things that actually look attractive colored with it. But she is determined and I feel honored to have it used on me.
From Tate: So so special because USUALLY I am relegated to "worst in d world!!"
And from Cal: Never to be satisfied with a few short words, my little man who can't spell to save his life wrote me a rele, rele, rele, rele sweet love note. I just dig the rockin' blue boots. Too bad I don't have any.
And the best of the best from my Man: Mike, you know just how to crack my can after I've been having a rotten time of things. Thanks for "getting me" and for getting me out of my head.