They also had gifts for us. They had made "About Me" books, corsages (made from water bottles), and these super cute plates the kids drew a picture on.
It is nice to be honored as a Mom. It is toughest thing I have ever done. Raising the boys is definitely the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. It has aged me. It has changed my marriage. It has taken away my rest. It has taken away "me". I am on my own in this, and I have been a little sideways lately, and beyond overwhelmed. Last Sunday, I was outside with the boys and the music was playing and it was a beautiful day. I had been feeling pretty anxious, horrible, and stressed -the usual- when I got up to take something to the trash. I really don't know why, but some combination of the breeze, the music and the squeaky gate flashed over me and I got a distinct feeling of the old me. I am very far away from her these days, but it was nice to feel her for a few seconds and know she's in here somewhere. I miss her.
But I love being a Mom, and I wouldn't change it for the world.
Happy Mother's Day!