...thoughts on mother's day

I used to think that I would adore Mother’s Day when I became the “Mom.” I thought I would revel in the gifts, adore the breakfasts in bed, and love the day off of dish-duty. Once I became a mother, however, Mother’s Day took on new meaning. It is no longer about me. It is about my sweet kids.

I feel that Mother’s Day is celebrated wrong. I now find it odd that I receive gifts for being a mother when the greatest gifts I have ever received are my own children. I feel like it should be my children that I am celebrating on Mother’s Day...the people who gave me the gift of motherhood.

On Mother’s Day, I just want to spend the day loving my kids. I want to kiss them and cuddle them. I want them to know how much they mean to me. I want uninterrupted mommy time. I want to giggle with them, rock them while reading a book, lay outside with them looking at clouds, play games, and sing them to sleep.

My ideal Mother’s Day is a day separated from the rest of the world. A day for me to celebrate why I love being a mom.

So, please excuse me this weekend from posting. I am celebrating my kids.


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