This is the last year I approach Mother's Day before I'm a mother. Some would argue I am already a mother, but at 32 weeks pregnant, I'll say I'm not quite there yet. Having lost my mother nearly twelve years ago, Mother's Day is a bittersweet holiday for me.
I remember a mother who taught me many things, but perhaps most importantly to love being a wife and mom. I would roll my eyes at her comments like "that's not very lady like" but I still hear those words in my head when do something less graceful. I thought she was so cheesy for singing to me and now I can't wait to hold a little one, singing some of those same songs to him or her.
|Even though you can't see the look on her face, I know she's doing something to make me smile!|
When I think of all the things I want to do with my kids, I realize there aren't many original ideas. I will probably reply to their question of "where are we going?" while driving in one of two ways "crazy" or we're exploring. Since we moved a lot, she loved to learn the new parts of town, while my brother and I were just anxious to get home.
Another favorite response to the question my brother often asked, "what's this?" referring to the meal on the table. She would smile and say "poison" without cracking a smirk. That was her gentle was of assuring us our dinner wasn't a mistake. She was actually a pretty good cook.
Mom was silly and I can't wait to be silly with my own kids!
Happy Mother's Day, friends!