Mother's Day

by Sandra
(Sandwich, IL)

Hi! Hope all of the mommies out there felt loved and honored for Mother's Day.

Mine was a bit different this year. Usually my husband is able to spoil me rotten, wait on me, dote on me, and generally make me feel like "uncomfortable royalty", unused to such a fuss being made of me. But this year he informed me Saturday that he would most likely have to work for a major portion of the day Sunday. Okay; that's life, right?

I went on w/my plans. For years I have a breakfast date at 7 a.m. with my mom at a restaurant 1/2 way between us...just the 2 of us with no rush and no place to be for hours. We enjoy the leisure of it, even if I don't relish getting up and out the door before 7 a.m. It's well worth it not to be watching the time when I'd rather be deep in earth shattering conversation solving the world's problems with the smartest woman I know! But this year my eldest daughter, now 20 and on her own, wanted to join us. I hesitated, but only for a moment. The 3 of us had a very cozy breakfast that lasted a couple of hours. I received a lovely rose from daughter, as did my mom. By 9 a.m. I (we) were on our way to my mother-in-law where her children had planned a late morning breakfast just like their grandma used to host every Sunday. Hubby was running late, trying to get in some major yard renovation before breakfast and before he had to go to work. The late breakfast was also very nice, relaxed and about 2 hours. My youngest was now up and involved and I received my 2 bags of Lindor's truffles and sweet card from my baby.

Back at home, we moved more dirt from the front drive to the back yard where the pool used to be, trying to beat the rain in the coming week, and then my husband had to leave for work. He was taking the bike. He suggested I could take a ride since he had to leave, my eldest daughter had gone and my youngest had hung back w/grandma for a few hours. I started feeling VERY sorry for myself and got all misty and pitiful, but did not want to make hubby feel bad - it was NOT his fault! So he left.

I walked around the empty house for a bit; sat out in the sunshine w/the cats and dog; then decided a ride is JUST what I needed! I geared up (ATGATT!) and headed out. It was a beautiful day, a bit windy, but so what!, and I had a wonderful time getting reacquainted w/my White Dragon after her long winter hibernation - she sure loves to fly! Wave at all the other bikers out and about; mused at how "cagers" just don't have that joy of being out on the road! LOL Finally I headed back toward home...the long way, of course. I was thrilled to still feel so comfortable and confident on my ride...even if I did briefly stall at a busy 3-way stop.

I felt MUCH better. Youngest returned home; we moved more dirt. Hubby finally came home and we went out for a simple dinner up town. Back home and hubby finished moving dirt and leveling the once ugly hole in the dark. It's ready for more patio brick and some shrubbery - another project for another weekend.

My eldest, my son on the west coast and his wife, never quite got around to calling me. Or texting me. Or face-booking me, although I see this morning that D-I-L put out a general "happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there" message on her wall. Oh well, I took my lemons and made lemonade and it was a most enjoyable day.

Motto of this LONG story? Other people are not responsible for our happiness - we make our own!