Every Friday we unite for five minutes to write on one word. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on mom.
Each year, I write a letter.
A thank you.
A mother's day love.
Because I don't need ribbons and bows.
I don't need breakfast in bed and cards.
I need you to know that I already got a gift, the day I met you.
But last year, it occurred to me how all in you are.
How much this day means to you
and how hurtful it was that I was shutting it down.
And so, this year, I too am all in.
I will wait in bed for you to come get me.
I will hear you and dad making something special for me downstairs.
I will be all in with you.
And just the other day you were beaming with excitement...
I just can't wait until Mother's Day this year!
And when I asked why the answer was so simple, so kind...
because I want to celebrate you mom.
I am all in with you.
Because how do you ever say no to that?
This seasoned mother who is velveteen real still feels brand new to it all.
And it is because each day, something changes.
You change, you are always and forever changing and nothing is ever the same.
And so I have to change with you.
Moms are full of love
Moms are full of strength and power.
They are strong and determined.
They are tired and full of energy to keep going
You are here because I asked you to be.
I hoped you would be, I tried for you.
And each day, I continue to try because now I am here for you.
Moms are here for you.
It is important to allow children to celebrate the fact that they love you being their mom. I always enjoy the sticky kisses, the handmade cards, and heartfelt love. And the best thing? I receive these things on other days besides Mother's Day!
(You neighbour at FMF)
Your heart is so sweet. Reading this, I realized that I shut it down too, but not because I don't want to be celebrated, my selfish heart does desperately long for that, but because I feel obligated to. I see nice Mother's Day gifts and the such and oooh and ahhh but then my husband asks what I want, and I bow out. "Oh nothing, don't spend money on me." As moms we spend so much of our time putting others first, that on Mother's Day it's hard to just hear the praise, received the gifts, and enjoy ourselves.
Yes! It is the obligation that made me feel icky about it each year, especially from my husband. It wasn't until I saw their faces of joy and love that I realized how important it was for them, not an obligation but a true love to celebrate and be happy this day. That won't always be there. Soon, it will turn and they will feel obligated but for this moment, they are all in and so I have to be too.
What a sweet post. Visiting from Kate's I'm parked in #12