Now don't be hatin'... I'm going to tell you how I got SpOiLeD!! (Go ahead and copy this down and leave it on your hubby's pillow next time he needs a hint...)
The day before, my hubbs let me have a couple hours to myself. So I went down to a boutique and picked out a thing or two for myself - something I RARELY do.
Sunday morning I got breakfast in bed. Not just any breakfast - oh no! My honey got up extra early, made belgium waffles topped with strawberries in a sweet glaze and whipped cream... and a side of bacon. TO DIE FOR! What a schweeetie, huh!
Then we went to church. Church is hard to sit through sometimes, I agree... but today they filled my soul with wonderful things about motherhood, and it felt soo good. YAY for making the right choice to go to church!
Then my sweet s.son (I only clarify "step"son [s.son] for your understanding because to ME he is my SON too, and I always want him to feel 100% a part of our family - never half or less loved, etc. He and I both know we are technically "step") got out his gift that he made in school. This year he made a gift for his other mother and me both. It was a book that answers questions about us such as "My mom is happy when _______. Or My mom smells like _________. I had found these in his backpack and read through them already (who doesn't like a sneak peak at a gift?) and one page said, "My mom is pretty when _________" and he wrote "when she tries to be." LMAO!!! Okay, okay, I get it. For his other mom he wrote "all the time." Oooh slaaap! If this had happened the first few years of stepmotherhood, this would've broken my heart. I would've been depressed for days that my seven year old thinks his other mom (and in turn my husbands ex lover) is prettier than me. I don't freak out so easily anymore. THANK HEAVENS!! Transitioning into a blended family role easily causes identity crisis... at least it did for me - BIG TIME!!!!! Anyways... I loved it, and I'll keep it forever.
When it was time to take my s.son to his mom's house, we finished making the gifts I helped him prepare for her: a printed photobook of pictures of him, a card, and some cards with funny things he has said recently. When we got to her house, she handed me a card. I wasn't expecting anything, but I was tickled to get it. I hugged our little guy good-bye and waited until I got home to open her card. Turns out...
it was the best card I've ever received in my life.
Sweet Success!
Being kind and serving someone is always the right choice. Her card was a wonderful milestone in our relationship.
Being kind and serving someone is always the right choice. Her card was a wonderful milestone in our relationship.
And that is why my mother's day was the best ever!!!
A couple days later I asked a friend of mine (who is a wonderful mother) how her Mother's Day was. She replied with distaste, "Ugh! It was AWFUL!" That got me thinking. She said nothing specific happened to make her day bad - it just assume it wasn't extraordinary. How different of an experience would that day have been if she CHOSE to be happy and excited around her kids? SAD!!!!!!!!!!!!
