|I wonder if someone will will |
play peek-a-boo with me?
Last Sunday, I had to invoke our Orthodox observation policy since we were returning home from an out-of-town wedding on Mother's Day. Since spending all day in airports and on airplanes seemed like more of a punishment than celebration, we officially postponed it until today.
Real Mother's DayGod knows how a popsicle sculpture (my 5 year-old's present), a complete line of macaroni jewelry (my 3 year-old's present) and a life-size tracing of my 2-year old (his present) would have held up in a suitcase, but that morning I regretted not bringing the presents. We exchanged cards, but it all felt a little unofficial without homemade presents (also because it was happening in a hotel room). Thankfully, the rush to pack the suitcases and wrangle all the kids to the airport overshadowed everything else.
|In addition to early boarding with children, another compelling|
reason to fly Southwest Airlines...free drinks on Mother's Day.
Finally, once the novelty of climbing over the top of seat wore off (about an hour), everyone gave mommy the greatest gift of all...they fell asleep...giving Mommy something she hadn't had in a very long time...4 hours to herself. To top it off, Southwest Airlines gave her the second greatest gift of all...a complimentary Bloody Mary to enjoy in solace.
Orthodox Mother's Day
|With 3 kids, getting an hour to yourself (even|
if it is to cut the lawn) is the greatest gift of all.
I surprised Margret with something that she has been asking for for years...a new lawnmower. While that may seem a little unsentimental, it's what she really wanted. Then, as a family, we gave her one last present...an hour to cut the lawn...or an hour to herself...depending how you look at it.
Happy Orthodox Mother's Day!