Blog Talkers: Mother's Day

Blog Talkers Talk #73

It’s time to share …

What did you do for Mother’s Day? How was your day special? If you’re not a mom, how did you make your mom (or wife’s) day special? In your opinion, what is the most important aspect of being a mother? What is the best thing about YOUR mom? (Post pictures, if you have them!)

I'm really glad to see this question because of how weird everything was last weekend. It had to be one of the most unusual mother's days I've had, the only topper being the one where I had Billy on a mother's day. That was a wonderful, memorable one. This most recent one seems to be a bunch of moments all pushed together in a hurried mess.

TB was in the hospital so it was a little difficult to celebrate without him. I wanted to be with him and so Kristin, Billy and I went to visit him for about an hour and it felt too short and rushed. There was a man in the other bed and that made things very uncomfortable. I guess it was better that we left when we did because who showed up after us but Gram and Linda, wanting to play the guilt-and-poor-Linda-has-changed game. I'm glad we weren't there for that. That part of the day left me feeling very unsettled and uncomfortable.

Heidi and Billy both had to work and although Kristin was willing to make dinner, it was just easier for me to do it. Heidi had been bringing home plants all week so the table was covered with an African violet, geranium, and a miniature rose. I love those.

I think I watched a movie with Kristin but I can't be sure.

One thing I do know for sure: in the morning, the kids and I went out to breakfast together. Billy treated and we had a very nice meal at Anapa's. The place was overrun and very busy but we just chilled and enjoyed each other's company. I had to think a minute. I believe that was the second time I've had Mother's Day breakfast with just the kids....the first was after Rich died. Spending time with the kids that morning was the most special part of the day for me; the rest was basically a blur.

The most important part of being a mother, to me, is raising your children to be happy, responsible adults and then letting them go. I would love to have the kids with me always but that just isn't the natural order of things. The best thing my mother did for me was to let me go.

Here we are.