I wanted to write a meaningful post about Mother’s Day that included lots of gloriously photographed moments from our meaningful day, but, and I hate to use this term, meh.
This year, Mother’s Day fell right in the middle of one of those bad PMS times I get every few months. I also felt kind of achy in the morning so I took some Ibuprofen before running, which resulted in Ibuprofen tummy later in the day. Apparently I’m 900 years old. I took like 2 pictures all day and didn’t get one shot of Soren wearing the cutest shirt I’ve ever seen.
Wait. Let’s focus on the positive for a minute. Even though I didn’t feel great, I ran, and I was glad I did. Our brunch was insane mad deliciousness (recipe coming soon). Our traditional Mother’s Day activities, which include going to Al’s Pine Garden and Nursery (I can’t say enough good things about this place) and sitting in the back yard planting stuff, were delightful.
The problem, if there is one, aside from my general malaise, is that I think we’ve lost our ability to make a day feel special. Do you know what I mean? And the subset of the problem is that I’m not even sure what I’d want to do to make a day feel special. Like, I don’t want to spend the day at a spa (I mean, I wouldn’t turn it down, but that’s not really my thing) or have breakfast in bed or anything. But once in a while I kind of want something that makes that day feel different from every other day. So I suppose that’s something I should work on.
To end on a positive note, here’s something I said on Mother’s Day last year, which reminds me that being a mom is way more important than having a special day:
I like being a mom more than I’ve ever liked anything and more than I ever thought I would. Sometimes right after I read Soren a bedtime story (Ben and I alternate bedtime story reading), he’s sitting in my lap and I put my face in his hair and it’s like at that exact second every moment we’ve ever spent together, from right now to back to before I even knew he existed, stretches out to the end of the universe and back and I know everything I’ve ever done in the world made sense somehow because it got me here and this is exactly where I’m supposed to be, right here with you and I love you more than I ever even imagined I could ever love anything and you are the best thing in the world.