My Mother’s Day typically starts with joyfully waking up to the kids hugging and kissing me and leading me into the kitchen where they have decorated the table for breakfast.  I am treated to all my favorites: fresh peonies, croissants, green drink and my beloved morning coffee.  I am a queen for the day!  Well, queen at least for the duration of the breakfast meal.

After breakfast I dive into preparing the day for MY mom.  I get the kids bathed, my shower taken, and double-check the reservations for our Mother’s Day brunch at Mom’s favorite restaurant. We rush out the door all gussied up to enter a crowded room with a gazillion other mothers and their screaming children families.  I am so happy to go through this chaos ritual for my mom, as she LOVES it.  She can’t wait for this day.  Her face lights up seeing the variety of beautifully displayed options on the buffet: from eggs benedict to shrimp cocktail to an array of decadent pastries.  With each course, she relishes the attention of the wait staff and her day “off” from preparing the meal.  To her, this experience is bliss.

I, on the other hand, can’t wait to get out of my dress clothes and into my Sunday sweat suit.  I’m not so excited about the standing in line, cold eggs and communal nature of this day’s events.  I would rather be at my home enjoying a quiet day with my kiddos and husband and not having to worry about a thing.  Now, that is a mother’s day!  In fact, one of the best Mother’s day memories I have is when the kids were around 6 and 7 and 7 and our house was in the middle of construction.  The kids made a picnic of bologna and cheese sandwiches with the white bread that sticks to the roof of your mouth, chips and apple juice.  It was so sweet.  We all sat down on a big blanket under our soon-to-be patio and enjoyed the beautiful weather.  Now that’s my kind of Mother’s Day!  I’d love to hear what your ideal Mother’s Day would be.  Send me your stories.  And have a great day!

Live the moment,