Mother’s Day is always the 2nd Sunday in May. It should be filled with flowers, special meals and pampering. However, that is not always the case…
The first memory of Mother’s Day I have was in first or second grade. We made little crafts for our mothers and a menu for her to have breakfast in bed. The menu had toast and a glass of orange juice…which would be appropriate for a 6-7 year old to prepare and serve. I remember thinking, “My mom is always up before I am, how am I going to get her back in bed to serve her breakfast? Do the other kids really do this? Are other mother’s still in bed when their kids wake up?”
Another Mother’s Day memory is on a Sunday after church, trying to find a place to eat that wasn’t crowded so we could get to my grandma’s house for dessert. Where did we take our mom for Mother’s Day that year? Pizza Hut. No lines. No wait. Fresh pizza. And we arrived at Grandma’s house right on time. Win. Win. Win. Win. So now the joke is, “If you want to take your mom out to eat on Mother’s Day but do not want to wait in line, go to Pizza Hut.”
One of the best gifts we gave my mom (besides “good children”…that is the only thing she ever asked for) was taking ourselves to JCPenny and getting our picture taken. It was the year I graduated from college and the May before my oldest brother got married. It’s a good picture of all of us but also one that would be funny to “recreate” some day. It still hangs in the living room and I know my mom loved that we surprised her with it.
So this year for Mother’s Day, the plan is have lunch with my mom and maybe update some pictures…because the last picture I have of just her & I is from May 2018. I hope you all are able to take the time to celebrate the women in your life this Sunday. The one who gave birth to you, raised you, and/or influenced you in some meaningful way. And Happy Mother’s Day to all the women out there with a mother’s heart.
And just a little tribute to my mom…she is basically the Proverbs 31 woman. She would not admit that and may be slightly embarrassed that I am even claiming it. But if you read Proverbs 31, you will find a description of my mom. She worked with her hands, heart, and head to make the home I grew up in a good one and continues to do so to be light and love to her family…I guess it’s true, a mother’s work is never done.