There is no holiday more important to me than Mother’s Day. Forget me any and everyday of the year and it’s alright … Birthdays? we stopped celebrating those when I was a teenager. Christmas? too commercialized and consumer-driven. Easter? Thanksgiving? Labor Day? Nope, those are all working holidays for Moms.
But this year, Mother’s Day falls at just the Wrong Time. The day after my all-day Fellow’s retreat and 6 days before Paul and I leave for Peru. We are overwhelmed between renovation progress, our 4 (5?) combined jobs, the kids, preparing course materials, and getting ourselves ready to leave at the end of the week. I have a two page long “to-do” list and nowhere on that list are there things that deal with packing (do we even have luggage?), trip preparation (should we start taking our anti-malarials?), or personal concerns (it’s been 5 months since your last haircut, maybe a trim wouldn’t hurt?).
So, we rescheduled Mother’s Day. Granted — Paul STILL managed to make magic happen by getting Will to wake me up with sweet kisses and “Happy Mother’s Day, Mommy” whispered into my ear. I opened my eyes to both kids holding up drawings they’d made for me. Paul also took to the kitchen again to make my favorite egg-in-toast this morning (after I had already fed and dressed the kids, but hey) and even took the kids to Whole Foods the day before where they picked out beautiful hydrangea blossoms for me to enjoy. These are definitely the makings of a good Mother’s Day… but I’m holding out for a true day of rest and relaxation.
This is following a pattern of the last few weeks, which have held several notable days of import: including my own Mother’s birthday (April 29th) and dear husband’s birthday (May 5th). I did manage to call my Mom the day after her birthday AND arranged a babysitter last minute to take Paul out for a free birthday steak at O’Henry’s (he’s been craving steak — when you fall off the vegetarian wagon, you fall hard) — so it’s not like nothing happened for these events, but still. One wants to have some time to dedicate a bit of thought and effort into these noteworthy milestones. This spring, our house is all about the rain check.
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