It's not that I don't love my mom or am not grateful for mothers, or my blessing to be a mom, I just get celebration burn out and wish 'they' whoever they are, would move it to August. Is that so much to ask?
Oh and the guilt, there's always the guilt. I especially feel bad for husbands because they have to make sure to do something wonderful for not just their mom but also their wife, because, why exactly? I suppose it's because I am the mother of our children, but really it kind of stinks with the double duty for them, I think.
Anyway, because I may some day change my mind and because Johann feels like he is a stinky husband if he doesn't, we do a little something. Snap a picture, and Henry and Johann make me breakfast either in the morning or for dinner depending on our ward's meeting time. This year we did it for dinner.
So here I am with the little guy who made me a mama. I can't believe how big he is just compared to a year ago.
And here we are with Henry making the best face ever while touching my ginorm 31 week 2 day baby belly. She is definitely growing...yeah and I am too.
Then brinner. Someone got a little wild with the syrup there, but other than that-delicious.
Despite my less than enthusiastic attitude about the holiday, I am very, very grateful to get to be a mom. More importantly, I am ever thankful for my mom who is always a support and who, as I get further into this parenting thing, I realize did so many things right and taught me about what is really important.
Happy Mothers Day