You know I sometimes struggle on Mother’s Day. I’m not a big holiday person to begin with, not very festive or enthused, and then I have even more contempt for a holiday that seems completely contrived by Hallmark. I love mothering, and I love the attention my kids give me, but, I can’t help but think, on the day, of those without mothers, those without children, those who have lost children, and how that pain is magnified on that Sunday. I love Anne Lamott’s take on Mother’s Day too.
So you get where I’m coming from?
But back to Mother’s Day as a mom of three little curly-haired monkeys who are the shining stars in my sky…
I love, love, love the handmade gifts and cards. My daughter, as she gave me her present, said, “Mrs Solano told us to give you a tissue with the present to catch all your tears”.
They pull me out of bed at 7 a.m. anxious to show my a “very big surprise”. They had “made” me breakfast.
Now, I don’t eat breakfast. I’m just one of those people who has no appetite in the morning. But what greeted me was a serving bowl filled with a box of rice krispies with the bottom layer drenched in milk and the top completely dry, a corn muffin, banana, glass of grape juice and a day old paper. LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!
This was followed by a visit by my sister and my mother….some good grub and beautiful weather.
Oooh and the day wouldn’t have been complete without someone in the brood tantruming!
How was your day? 
