I had a nice Mother’s Day. It’s lovely to go to Mass and see my children present flowers to Mary, to listen to the men’s choir sing some special songs honoring mothers, and then receive a special mother’s blessing from our priest. It’s nice to get lovely cards from my husband and kids, to (try to) take a nap, and have my husband happily cook dinner (even though he was grilling in a torrential downpour).
I don’t need fancy presents or a big to-do for Mother’s Day, but these little things are special each year.
This year, however, I felt like I got a super-bonus week-long Mother’s Day extravaganza. My husband was on vacation last week and we decided not to travel, but to have a stay-cation instead. He was home all week and it was wonderful.
In addition to the fun of spending tons of quality time with my man, he was very invested in making the week a little vay-cay for me too. I got to run errands whenever I wanted. I went to the library, to my favorite Catholic store, to Target. I was fairly skipping around town, reveling in the ease of running multiple errands in one day. In-and-out, and in-and-out, and in-and-out of the car like it was nothing.
I had a fabulous mid-week playdate with Super Friend while our husbands went fishing together. I had lunch with The Godmother.
We hung out outside as a family, planted our garden, and played and played. Hubby and I had beers by our fire pit one night.
I could have even slept in every day if I had wanted to, though my 5:30 am waking time is just too much of a habit to break now. Quiet coffee and Bible-reading and writing time was too alluring for me to stay in bed. But I could have if I had wanted to.
And one day? Oh my goodness, one day: I got up at 5:30, drank my warm coffee in the quiet, read my Bible, said my prayers, spent some time on my computer. Then the girls and my husband got up, and he noticed that I looked tired. I hadn’t slept well because of a little cold.
He said, “Why don’t you go back to bed for a bit?”
I thought What?!?!? Really?!?!? Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh.
I said, “Are you sure?”
He was. I did. For two hours. It was awesome. I got to have my early morning quiet and to sleep in. True luxury.
It was a delightful week. I think I’m in love with the stay-cation. I hope you all had a lovely Mother’s Day too.
