Yep – slacking again. However, I read this post below by Lysa TerKeurst and thought “wow- that is me.” I am not sure, though, I am to the ‘enjoying’ part yet…. 🙂
We plan the parties.
We buy the cakes.
We care if the plates and napkins match.
We would never have a pirate pinata at a cowboy party. Mixing themes is like having sand in our sheets.
And then along comes the glorious day when Mothers are to be celebrated and things get a little complicated.
You know what I mean.
So, for years I found myself internally grumpy on the Happy Mother’s Day. I resented the last minute obligatory flowers and quick bought card from the Walgreens. I pouted when no one made reservations and we wound having to run to the grocery and eat lunch at home. I moped around when I realized after lunch no plans had been made to surprise me with a little afternoon getaway.
Fancy is not what I was after. It was forethought.
But then I got tired of being grumpy on the Happy Mother’s Day. I got tired of setting up great expectations on this day for my people to read my mind and instinctively know what would make me feel celebrated. I got tired of caring that things were last minute, my presents were from our recycled gifts closet, and no one picked up on my demonstrative clues that a mani/ pedi would be bomb-diggity.
Yes, I got tired of all that.
So, a couple of years ago I made the decision to be happy on Mother’s Day. And I stopped wanting my people to read my mind. If I wanted to do something on this day, I made plans to do it.
Yesterday was my best Mother’s Day ever.
Why? Because I decided ahead of time it would be the best ever. I was thrilled with my homemade lunch. I found great joy in the recycled gift. I giggled as I watched my boys dash out of church headed to the Walgreens. And I teared up at the genuine sentiments of love scribbled all over my card.
And today I’ll smile as I make my own appointment for a mani/ pedi and relish in the gift of perfect imperfections.