Last year I blogged about how Mother's Day had changed over the years / phases of my life... as it does for all of us. Last year I was a mom with a child in a war zone.
Thank goodness the "in a war zone" bit is different this year.
Last year on Mother's Day I went for an early morning bike ride, thinking to potentially visit my own mom's gravesite. Blockage on the bike path due to construction stopped that, but I still "carried her on my shoulder" for the ride and silently talked with her.
This year, I thought last night I might show up at the gym at 6 a.m. for an early swim. This morning, had an attack of laziness, and cooked breakfast instead. Healthy, the standard steel cut oats, but I was cutting up fresh strawberries that were very affordable in a larger quantity than I generally buy at the grocery yesterday. Hopefully I will reward myself with that swim later today (my training plan calls for a swim today).
Remember the Friday I went in to work because my heating/cooling contractor couldn't do my scheduled maintenance check up that day? Weather wasn't cooperating? Guess when they rescheduled for. Yep. Mother's Day morning. During classic church hours.
So as I type this, the guy is downstairs doing his thing. Now THAT'S different for a Mother's day. I made sure he had ALSO made arrangements to acknowledge HIS mother... nag that I am.
My son has promised a visit at some point... even offered to take me with him while he looks at puppies. I wisely declined THAT part of the offer. I know myself too well to trust myself around furry cuteness of the canine variety. You see, though I have a cohabiting feline, I'm really more of a dog person.
Restless while waiting, I decided I would see if I could work my way to the surface of the dining room table. I'm amazed... piled high for the weeks and months since Christmas... with "unmade decisions" as my brother likes to call paper clutter. Expired coupons. Receipts that I do NOT need for tax purposes. Statements and reams of ads, including the political variety (we just had our general election last Tuesday). Books I hadn't put back on a shelf. And running and biking stuff, of course.
Success! Even Frosty the Cookie Jar got re-boxed and put away this weekend. I think I may have a touch of the Spring cleaning fever. But it feels good. Sunshine streaming in the window, a fresh cloth on the table, the revived laptop taking a spot for now, and the only little pile remaining are things that my son lent me, that are there because I want to send them home with him today.
Every surface clean? Heavens no... but it's a start.
To other mothers in whatever phase of life, may your day have a little of this and a little of that... but all that brightens and comforts you. I'm also sending up a special prayer for those who are hoping to become moms, and those who have recently lost their moms.
LIFE is good. Spark on!