How I Spent My Mother’s Day
After a typical Sunday morning of coffee and church and reheated lunch, we all (eventually) managed to get a nap. The husband and I watched some baseball and then, once the daughter woke up from her nap, we slathered on sunscreen and headed to the park. We watched Lorelei play on the slides and make friends with the little boy who had the red ball. We walked along a quiet, shaded path as Lorelei raced ahead of us.
To me, it was perfect. Better than going to a stuffy brunch. Better than getting a token gift. Those things aren’t really for me. I got my family and a glorious Spring day to enjoy.
To all the other mothers out there: I hope you got what you wanted. I hope you felt appreciated. I hope you feel appreciated the other 364 days of the year. You deserve it.