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How Are You Spending Your Mother’s Day?

May 9, 2017

Happy Mother's Day 2017 | leahdecesare.com

Happy Mother’s Day to all of you mamas out there!

How will you be spending your day this year?
What are your Mother’s Day traditions?

Our observations of the day for moms seem to have changed and evolved through the years as life circumstances shifted and kids grew up. There were the years when the kids were little when I guiltily wanted to be kid-free for Mother’s Day – oh, what a joy to be quiet, uninterrupted, to read or garden or shop or WHATEVER without a small body draped on mine or calling my name repeatedly. If that’s the state you’re in – go ahead and indulge – this is a no-judgement zone.

There were the years we celebrated with my grandmother, my mother and my mother-in-law all together, and the years when we were a bit too far away for a Sunday event, or my in-laws were still snowbirding in the south. There were the years after my grandmother died, the year we spent in Mother’s Day in the emergency room, or hiking, or lounging with a book. But every year begins with my favorite breakfast of lox, bagels and vine-ripened tomatoes, surrounded by my husband and kids.

Their handmade cards and flower-sprouts-in-Styrofoam-cups gifts are long gone, but I look at them now and see a different gift.

Invisible Mom

September 6, 2012

Invisible Mom | MothersCircle.netYesterday was a day of Mom-frustration and I felt invisible. I wondered, did I actually speak those words or did I just think them? Because if I did say them out loud, they made no difference . The regular expectations we’ve had in our family for years didn’t matter, they went ignored. And really, how many times can I be expected to repeat something calmly before there’s action, or screaming? I felt completely invisible.

Years ago I read a poem called I’m Invisible and boy did it resonate with me, I printed it and have it saved in a book I keep of special quotes and notes. Our job as Moms, by nature, cannot be appreciated or valued by our children. Not until they have children of their own, that’s when we may get some recognition for having done well. We don’t become Moms, though, for recognition or acknowledgement, we do it for the relationships we build with our children. We do it from a place of selfless, boundless love.

I love the expression that with young children, the days are long but the years are short, it’s just so true. However, within those long days, within a Mother’s love, there lies annoyance, aggravation and sheer head-pounding frustration. It’s the reality of raising children.

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