A Mother’s Day Re-Cap in Three Parts
My Mother’s Day began most cheerfully, with lots of hand-lettered cards and some inimitable drawings.
(rendered by my 7-year-old Angela)
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.
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.
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.