I have to stop. Put aside my exhaustion, my to-do list, and my desire to let my mind wander among digital merchandise I will probably never buy.
Mother's Day. It was the most perfect, imperfect, day. My children woke me with breakfast in bed. An act that surprised me more than it should have. Sierra got up by herself (a truly amazing feat) and organized Jax, Wyatt, and Ivy into a cooking crew that whipped up french toast, fruit, and Noel added fluffy eggs to the plate. I was full in every way only an hour into my Sunday morning.
The kids (except Jax) didn't fight me on going to Church. Ivy even let me chose her dress, then she insisted on choosing mine.
Afterwards I was showered with cards, presents, a letter, chocolate, and a poem. Noel went all out as usual, thinking of everything I could have wanted, and then giving me even more. I announced that we were going to spend the afternoon outside basking in the blissful island spring day. When they protested, I then said we would just have to snuggle in bed all day. That moment was captured in one of the most priceless photos I've ever seen. This one is going on the wall. As we lay on the bed laughing, I wrapped my arms around my children and Noel took our picture. It was heaven.
My Mother's Day
We untangled ourselves and despite their protests the kids ended up in the afternoon sunlight. Planting my mother's day tree, feeding and playing with goats, playing with water guns, and simply living in the moment. For the first time Mother's Day wasn't about my past, or the people who have mothered me. It was about my role as a mother and the four amazing beings that I call my children. I didn't call everyone I should have, but I did enjoy my Mother's Day. It's one I will never forget.
