My very first Mother's Day was in 2009 and I found myself booked on a trip to Asia
because my boss's daughter had an important Catholic ceremony that same weekend and could not miss it. I remember feeling a bit discombobulated, disconnected and just weird about being away. Since then I've had some good Mother's days and some where I had to adjust my expectations on what to expect of my family that day. I remember last year feeling overwhelmed with the amount of dishes and lunch that needed to be made and then my brother came and blessed us with a Mother's Day meal and in the evening my little family rallied and got flowers. At times I've wanted a break for Mother's Day, a place to just go and be alone for the day to catch my breath, read a book, get room service.
This year I'm in a 5 star hotel in Hong Kong, with room service and I find myself texting the family during my waking hours, missing them, wishing I could be there with them.
I think the best way to enjoy Mother's Day is this:
- Ignore the Facebook posts where Mother gets breakfast in bed and don't expect it of your family
- Look at your little miracles and realize that through their loud clamoring ways, they are the ones who made you a Mother
- Your husband and children love you so very much, they just don't always know how to show their love, so accept their little gifts and treasure them
I love my little tribe, and I'm so proud to be called their Moma, even when it's repeated 50 billion times in a single day :)
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