Both of my boys awake. Which, is fabulous. But my counter tops were dirty with the remnants of breakfast that they have clearly made for... just themselves. The TV's were blasting and without peeling their eyes from the tube my older son yells, "Happy Mother's Day Mom!!!". My heart sank as I felt totally unappreciated. I am a huge first impression person. The initial always sets the tone of anything for me and the day just didn't start out as I had hoped it would. In previous years, my boys always made breakfast for me accompanied by homemade gifts and all without prompting. So... I continued pretending I was in the midst of an ocean nearby and took my usual oatmeal outside. I forgot to make my tea I was so upset. My Benny was sensitive to my feelings and met me there outside eating my breakfast and said mommy, "Can I make your tea for you?" This is where I melted and the day started to turn around.
I put my heart and soul into Motherhood, everyday... I choose to do this because I love it. It truly is the most favored job of mine. For a brief moment I didn't realize that I have everything that I need on this day which is: my two sweet boys. That's simply it. It's nice to have more but really not needed. Every day it is mostly a thankless job, yet so fulfilling. And I'm addicted. It got to me because I merely like to feel appreciated this one day throughout the year for my hard hearted work.
We went to go and watch my step-mother sing in church this morning and I held my dear babies... one on each side as we worshiped. I even periodically niff-kissed their heads, which when smelled deep enough still has the scent of baby in their locks of hair. The tables were turned and they gave me arm tickles during the service. We came home to some quality family moments ahead of us.
Mama loves her pizza. It's a tradition in our home to make pizza together on Mother's Day. The days ahead I chop veggies and prepare sauces and dough for the right Mother's Day Moment. The babies decided to make "heart shaped" pizza for me this year... a hit. This was actually the BEST pizza I have ever tasted.
As we were eating and chatting the babies gave me a present. Well, I thought it was one present. I opened it and there were two very special things in there from Francesca's.
Benny likes to get me rings:
He says I love a lot so I would love this. Baby, I love you.
My Sergeant likes to get me earrings:
He likes to pick simple, yet elegant gems to dangle on his mom who he just adores. Baby, I adore you.
I valued both... but enjoyed dwelling in the fact that they personally chose these gifts and bought them with their earned money.
I'm a sucker for sweet words. Instead of a card I was blasted on social media... I'll take it. I still picked up after my boys, broke up quarrels and did laundry as well as dishes on this day because that's what I'm happy and feel natural to do.
We spent dinner with dear friends of ours... laughing and playing.
Then I tenderly snuggled my babies to sleep. I told my loves that I wanted to end my day in something that is really important to me... reflecting and writing. These boys of mine have made a mad dash for growth that I have really noticed within this last week. I fit into their bikes and shoes comfortably now. Their hands are about as big as mine. They are wearing deodorant and using facial soap. But I will always remember swaddling them, rocking them... and nurturing them every step of their ways... they will always be my babies no matter what. My eyes will forever see them different than any other person will in this entire world. And... they are all I need on this beautiful day.
