My mother wanted to know all about my "special day", all of the wonderful pamperings and surprises because I guess for some people today is a day that should be filled with extraordinary happenings that celebrate "Motherhood" while ordinary activities like wiping, cooking, mending and ironing are to be banished. Well, if that is the case, my day was extraordinarily ordinary and I loved every minute of it.
I wiped today.
I wiped away the tears of joy as I thanked God for my children at Mass this morning. Seeing them crowded around me with the youngest in his father's arms made my heart sing with thankfulness for the wonderful life God has sent me. My smile couldn't have been bigger as I gladly wiped the tears with the tissue that came from in between the prayer book and holy cards packed into my little girl's first "big girl" purse.
I cooked today.
I cooked some awesome migas for breakfast because I am the only one who knows how to make them. Husband and I enjoy this unusual breakfast dish but often forgo making it in favor of a dish that everyone will eat. Today, my usually wrinkled nose children tried some and concluded that it wasn't "icky" after all. In fact, I think they liked them enough to try them again sometime before next May.
I mended today.
I mended my daughter's feelings when she was so sad and disappointed that the bad habit she has been trying to beat got the better of her today. Her poor ragged fingers were as red as her eyes and hurt as much as her little broken heart. She gets very dry skin on the sides of her nails which becomes a temptation to pick and scrape them. I held her hands, squeezed her tight and comforted her with the knowledge that she has my fingers... that her bad habit is also mine, along with her eyes, her hair and her nose.
I also ironed today.
I ironed all of the scrap pieces of fabric that have been jumbled up in a giant box for close to 10 years. This was a special treat. To have the luxury of doing a project that didn't need to be done. I cut off the stringy bits, and folded them neatly into a colorful pile that is just waiting for two little girls to oohh and ahhh over.
I hope these pretty prints will delight and inspire them as they start taking the beginning steps towards those skills that will serve them well one day, when they are wiping and cooking, mending and ironing for the precious lives that God sends them.
*The gerbera daisy over there on the side is from our garden and I am sending it to all of you amazing mommies with all my love and admiration! Happy Mother's Day!