Mothers Day

I was on Twitter this morning and read a post from a friend that read "Mother's Day is weird."  At first I thought how can she think Mother's Day is weird? I mean, come on, it's Mother's Day.  The day we are celebrated for all the great things we do as moms.  The day we don't have to do anything.  We can just sit and eat chocolates and watch movies.  N0 laundry or dishes. No cleaning the bathrooms. No grocery shopping.

But the more I think about my day yesterday the more I got to thinking it is actually a little weird.  Don't get me wrong, I absolutely loved my day yesterday.  Morning snuggles with all four of us in one bed.  Homemade breakfast instead of my usual wheat toast. Hand made gifts from the kids with hand written cards.  Flowers from Derek. A great day for sure.  

But I'm lucky because often I get these same things on an ordinary Saturday. I'm blessed that my husband and children appreciate me every day.  Derek will give me flowers for no reason.  Ben will crawl into bed with me and just snuggle, rubbing my cheeks and saying "I love you, Mommy".  Julia will share a secret with me and we will both be content in knowing that I'll keep that secret, forever. These are "mothers days" to me.  Each day has a "mothers moment" for me.  Sometimes I have to stand back to see what that moment was.  But it's always there.

The laundry and shopping, cleaning and cooking, homework and basebell practice...it's part of who I am and what I do.  I love being a Mom.  I love being Julia and Ben's mom.  I don't need a single day to know that I am loved and appreciated.  I feel it every day.