A Mother’s Day Re-Cap in Three Parts
Part I
My Mother’s Day began most cheerfully, with lots of hand-lettered cards and some inimitable drawings.
(rendered by my 7-year-old Angela)
(of course)
The front of her Mother’s Day card looked like this:
The back of the card:
And on the inside:
Sory about that. i got the rong daisy. Anyway…mary christmass! Opsy i mean happy valintines day! Um…I mean forth of July! I mean rnnnnngg!! I give up! wait a minit……..happy mohters day!!!! Now i get it! Love, Angela ☺ Love you much!♥
You’re getting, maybe, her sense of humor? It’s as quirky as the day is long, as “0 to 60” as she is.
Though my husband would argue that she hasn’t been at “0” since she was a baby.
Part II
The day continued somewhat less cheerfully. We went to the 11:00 Mass as a family and I spent almost the entire hour…crying.
I cried, initially, because of a whispered reprimand by my husband; I cried, understandably, as I watched my First Communicant receive Our Lord for the second time; and I cried, mostly, because who am I to be honored on Mother’s Day? Who am I to expect accolades when I fall so painfully short of who I long to be?
I know, I know. Hormonal much?
You have to admit, though, that this job is hard.
Part III
The day ended beautifully busily fun. I got my nap, and I got a garden.
I have always wanted a vegetable garden.
On Mother’s Day, my husband and children planted me one.
It’s kind of appropriate, don’t you think? A garden’s a work in progress, just like me. Lots of sowing, lots of weeding…
A labor of love.
Hard work equals harvest.
I hear ya! I cried through most of Mass, too. Of course I told my kids that it was my allergies acting up 🙂
God Bless.
It takes me at least five Communions until I can watch them receive without tearing up! A mother's heart…
I love that card. So funny and so sweet.
Lucky you getting a garden. Enjoy the fruits of your labor~..or kids labor!
Oh my gosh, what a great card! Looks like another writer in the works. That was just too cute. You are such a good mom and I'm so happy that you're pregnant again. I'm living vicariously through you!
I don't have a First Communicant of my own this year, but I did get teary watching all 83 of First Communicants receive the previous weekend (I coordinate sacrament preparation).
I also teared up during the blessing of the mothers at the end of Mass on Mother's day and when the parish we were visiting gave every mother a Marian prayer card.
I also took a nap on Mother's Day (although I'm not pregnant), because I'd been running a Cub scout campout since Friday and got little sleep.
I came home from the camp out to find my husband and children had cleared the weeds and prepped our raised beds for our vegetable garden! It was a huge job and I was planning to do it this week. We'll plant after a trip to the farmer's co-op.
So, a couple thousand miles away, fewer children…but some similarities in how we spent our day!
God bless you Margaret! We are ALL works in progress, but the grace of our vocation and the guidance of our Blessed Mother gets us closer to where we should all be!
83 First Communicants, Elizabeth? That's so awesome!
And yes, AMEN to being grateful for the grace of our vocation. I've started wearing a scapular–finally!–and it's as if Our Lady's pulling me even closer.
Hi Mags! I made it! I was going to say, before your blog so rudely denied me access, that I always cry at mass! I don't even need a reason! But I think it is good to be vulnerable and raw before God. Means my heart is open to him. That's what I tell myself, anyway! Also, I think the card you got is absolutely precious and the idea of giving you a vegetable garden totally rocks! You have a splendiferous family!
That was worth the wait, Faith! It is good to know I'm not the only weepy one at Mass–even better to think of my heart being open before God. I agree with you. I felt humbled and thankful for His grace. Without it, I'd be lost.
The Mother's Day card is awesome. Tell Angela she has a wonderful sense of humor 🙂
Regards from Austria, Ajda