It seems that the idea of having expectations even surfaced for me today, on Mother's Day.
There are an incredible number of ways to express sentiment and appreciation on Mother's Day. As I watched the stream of facebook status' of my Mom friends throughout the day, it was quite clear that many of them were sharing unique, but right for them, ways to spend their days.
There were experiences as special as waking up to breakfast in bed prepared by the littlest of chefs, to eating eggs benedict during brunch out, to spending time outdoors together, or cuddling with little people indoors, as well as being spoiled with gifts and fancy home prepared dinners.
Mother's Day expressions of appreciation really do come in all different shapes and sizes.
This year, much like last year, I wasn't catching the wave of sentiment for this day. Of course I judge myself for this. Why wasn't I gushing excitement for this day that was "supposed to be" all about me and my girls? Once again, I found myself undecided about the whole occasion, and when being asked what I wanted for this special day, I didn't really know. Or did I, but judged myself for it.
In the days leading up to today, the girls were excitedly announcing their plans for giving me the special gifts that they had each made at school and daycare. I loved their excitement and I was anticipating receiving their handmade special items because I knew they would be made with lots of love and consideration of me. I knew it was important to them to give me something special.
And they were special gifts.
This morning, after emerging from an extending lounging in bed compliments of Kevin, I was greeted by Kamille's big smile as she instantly stopping what she was doing so that she could find the card that she had hidden away.
And how gorgeous is this.....
Next up was Karis, skipping to the shelf under which she had hidden her handmade card for me.
| check out the upside down yellow person! i LOVE her people! |
Later in the day, she had found this and also said that it was for me for Mother's Day. xo
Earlier in the week, I was able to take home a gorgeous Karis-painted glass that had cut flowers in it. It was such a cute arrangement that the daycare had arranged for their kids to give to their Moms. What I loved the most, was Karis' effort to print her own name on the card.

When we got home that day I asked her to spell her name on a piece of paper from me and sure enough, she made a series of letters, in no particular order and some repetitive but the style of print was just as they appeared on this Mother's Day tag. I love seeing her little learning unfold like this!
So anyways, I receive my gorgeous gifts from my girls, but now what? Kevin said that he wanted to go out to our cabin and go on a family walk. But today, on the day for me, I really didn't feel like doing this.
In my head, I was struggling with this idea of there being expectations for Mother's Day. Like I wouldn't be doing it right if I didn't spend it with my girls. After all, we are celebrating Mothering, right? But today, I really didn't feel like Mothering in this way.
Isn't it also the idea that on Mother's Day Mothers have the opportunity to do what they want, with whom they want? In the past years, I know that I have left home and enjoyed a few hours alone at a coffee shop with my laptop. Now that was celebrating Mothering by giving me some time and space to myself.
Today, while considering what I need and wanted for this day and contemplating who's expectations I needed to live up to, I retracted by decision to join everyone on their family adventure to the cabin and chose to stay home.
(My decision may have been easier to make after Karis said to me, "You're a bad Mommy" to me when I was trying to help her pick out an outfit for the day. Yes, that very well may have been the push point. I did not need to have that in my day today, but whatever).
I chose to stay home so that I could enjoy a day where I commit to all those Mothering tasks that don't get met - like the underside clutter of my bathoom vanity, or the over piled laundry baskets that need to be taken care of, all the piles and piles of I'll-get-to-it-later that build up over months and just the ability to think about making a phone call and actually follow through with it in that moment.
I'm not sure if was Kevin's expectation for the day and he may have been a bit upset over my lack of indecision in the last minutes, but really, if this day is about me, then this is what I wanted to do.
Within an empty and quiet house, I tinker, putter and get to things that I stashed away months ago, but I also feel guilty. Guilty for NOT being with my girls. So then I wished that I was with my mom. Again, who sets this expectation in my head. I doubt myself, thinking that I am not doing Mother's Day the right way. Seriously though, I think I can blame this on PMS to some degree. Good grief.
Thankfully, in the end, the bliss of uninterrupted productivity won over my stream of thinking. I remind myself that I am often with my girls for days in a row when Kevin travels and its been particularly busy for him this past month. I am not pushing my girls away, I am taking time for myself. Resetting and recharging myself, preparing a clean and decluttered start to another week, giving myself some time to not have to Mother because after today, I will be back at it in full force in less than 24 hours.
In the end, I listened to the inner voice of myself - the one that was anticipating, hoping, and expecting some time off Mothering. I wasn't doing it wrong. I was doing it right for me. I am glad that I had the opportunity to ask for this. Thank you Kevin.
And yes, I do know that as much as all those moms out there were loving their time spent with their littles, there would definitely be a few willing to trade their day in for a day in solitude if given the opportunity. I am just not sure if most would be cool with the idea of filling that day of solitude with housework and decluttering as I was. ; )
Mother's Day ended with the stories of their day as we ate dinner that was made by Kevin. It was nice to hear them talk their day. I reassured myself that they didn't have any expectations of the day, or the idea that we must all be together on Mother's Day. Their acknowledgement in the morning was precious and perfect for them.
Well, Happy Mother's Day the many Moms around the world. My hope is that all Moms are acknowledged in some way, big or small, for this incredible role that we take on in life.
Its nice to be acknowledged.
















