A Good Day

I opened my eyes this morning to sunshine which immediately made me happy! I am amazed by the healing power of the sun. Unfortunately, I didn’t just spring out of bed and start my day full of energy and renewed spirit. I decided instead to roll over and catch a few more z’s. Which is the reason when I opened my eyes for the second time I was glad I stayed in bed. My darling daughter and her best friend decided that Mother’s Day could not start without breakfast in bed. I was delighted to see my breakfast delivered with hopeful expectation. I enthusiastically munched on my un-toasted pop tart, goldfish crackers and a granola bar and reveled in the fact that Mere remembered my rule of no unsupervised cooking. Although the meal was a little dry without something to wash it down, I was grateful for the meaning behind the gesture. I am a mother, daughter, wife and juggler of life’s many events and while it may be a “greeting card holiday“, it is a day to celebrate mothers. I realized, not for the first time, I am appreciated beyond measure even when I fail to see the forest for the trees. Motherhood is an awesome responsibility, after all, shaping another human into a productive, healthy, moral citizen can be a bit daunting. (It is a good thing I'm an eternal optimist.)

Today I saw my children smile, laugh and play. I walked with my daughter after a nice spring rain soaking in the sounds and smells of spring. I held my teenage son’s hand, if only for a moment and laughed with him. I also kissed the man of my dreams. It was a good day. Waking up to sunshine was only the beginning…