Mother's day is a beautiful day. First off, it is always on a Sunday. Unlike Birthdays that often require I put in a lot of work to help the kids celebrate me, Dad is always home. No one questions that I stay in bed way longer then everyone else. When I wake up, no one expects me to make breakfast. There is even breakfast waiting for me! And there are beautiful home made cards that say lovely things like "thank you for taking care of me, I love you". There are perfect and hilarious portraits of me with arms as thick as tree trunks wearing fancy dresses and an enormous umbrella smile. I get to wear garish mom bling made from giant rainbow colored beads and foam letters. I get to hide out and read, write and take a much too long shower. No one questions me. It is my day.
(side note: Amelia and Jack are not abandon at shore, but in the care of loving grandparents)
Yesterday was perfect. After a long winter's wait, we finally put our kayak in Lake Cushman for the first time ever. The sun was out and the clouds had taken sabbatical. The Lake felt as icy as the snowcapped olympics. Life felt perfect.
Just ask Jack.....
Now, flash forward three hours to the car ride back to Tacoma and ask Jack again. Go ahead, ask him. No. Wait a minute, he can't answer. He is busy vomiting into my cupped hands. And there, just as magically as it began, it all ended. There in lies the real mother's day. Just as generations parents have told their jealous children "everyday is kids day". Everyday is mother's day too. For better or for worse, I'll take them all.
Great picture of Jack. I hope he's okay. I'm sure your car needed a bit of freshening up. The goods and bads of Mother's Day, i guess.
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