So Mother's Day has come and gone. A day when mother's all over the world, or maybe just in places that celebrate the day, are suppose to be pampered and spoiled. A day when all children are suppose to shower their mother's with love, kisses, hugs, presents and be on their best behaviour. A day when the sky is blue, the weather is warm and it's just over all beautiful. Well, it's suppose to be like that because that's how it is in the movies and movies are suppose to show what real life is always like right? My mother's day started out well, Grace woke me up early to give me her card which I can tell she actually did spend some time on - her hands were the flowers in a flower pot (she had given me a gift already from school - a pansy in a pot). She was very excited and proud of her self and I was too. Then her and her daddy brought in my gift, something that Grace picked out on her own - a Magic Bullet. So the day started out well, sure I didn't get to sleep in but eh not a big deal. My husband made breakfast while my daughter's played in my room. Then the plan was for Grace and I to go to Huntsville- do some shopping and have lunch. The two of us did it last year and had some fun, I assumed that it would forever be repeated.
So my oldest daughter and I bundled up and headed to Huntsville. I needed to pick up a swimsuit, and if you saw what I wore last year you would agree with me (no one told me I had been wearing a suit much, much too old for me. I swear one time I think a 70 year old was wearing the same one as me.)
So after I found a suit that wasn't too old and actually fit me, Grace and I went to the kids section to pick out some shirts for Leah so of course Grace needed some clothes too. I couldn't turn down my daughter and said ok she could pick out a shirt too. Of course she picks a shirt on the regular priced table and started to pout when I said no, it costs too much, if you want a shirt it has to come from this table. A little pouting and then she miraculously found a shirt. Then she wanted a skirt to go with it and some leggings. Skirts and leggings were turned down but she did mange to get a pair of shorts from me. After shopping, we headed over for some lunch. While we were waiting for our meals, another family came in and Grace started staring at them. I quietly asked her to stop staring at them to which she replied she couldn't help it. We switched seats and waited for our food. When our waitress came over to see if we needed anything I told her, yes, our food please' and as she walked away she said, 'yea we are really busy today'. Now, I worked in food service before and I know rule number one, the one thing that would soothe most customers over, even if it's not your fault, even if every person in town was in your restaurant eating is you apologize for having to wait. I get that kitchens get busy but I don't understand servers not being sorry for it. My mood started to change. So there Grace and I were waiting for our meals and I started to feel like I was on a first date with my daughter , just making conversation. When our food finally did arrive we quickly ate it and then started to leave but not before making one last stop in the ladies room where Grace kept touching the tiles even after I told her to stop. Her ignoring me for the pleasure of touching nasty public tiles was beyond annoying. We left the restaurant and was greeted, after a week or so of beautiful, hot weather with a snowstorm. The drive home was nice, because Grace slept but once she awoke she was crabby, complaining about how her water bottle wasn't working right (what?). Once we arrived home, I told my husband maybe next year I go out alone.
I know Mother's Day is one day and being able to spend it with Grace was the idea, sure it didn't go perfectly and maybe I set myself up for failure because last year was really nice. I didn't expect a parade, although that would be nice - where us mother's can sit on top of floats and have chocolate and flowers thrown at us. I guess I just expected my ordinarily behaved daughter to well, behave on that day. I felt some what alone, especially after checking on Facebook at how many other moms out there were having the perfect mother's day - given they were spending it with adults but still. It wasn't until I spoke with other moms who said their "special" day wasn't really that special. Yes, I know I am whining but I like that there is one day where we show gratitude and appreciate to us moms (and next month dads) for all the crap we deal with, all the tantrums, all the poop we clean up. A day to just say thank you, even though it should be said every day but one day where you have to say it is nice too. And the homemade cards aren't too shabby either.