I’m super bummed out today. Actually it started yesterday. Bear with me while I dredge on about my sad, pathetic life. If you aren’t in the mood to listen to me whine, I suggest you stop reading.
Yesterday was my first Mother’s Day. My husband was so great and made breakfast, did dishes, took care of the baby and took me out to make a piece of pottery with the little one. It should have been the best day ever. And it was, for all intents and purposes, and I am so grateful that my husband was so thoughtful and carefully planned the entire day. Which is why it saddens me that there was this thing — this dark looming cloud — that I couldn’t shake.
I got a Mother’s Day card from my dad on Saturday. It was so sweet and I couldn’t have asked for a nicer card to receive. But then the next day came and nothing… I got a couple of text messages from the last people I would have ever expected to hear from, and a phone call from my aunt. They were sweet and I’m so thankful for those people in my life.
But I didn’t hear from the people I expected to hear from. It’s like I was forgotten about. And it really upset me. I know it’s stupid that I care if I heard from anyone except for my husband and my son, because I’m not anyone else’s mother, but I can’t help it. I know I’m being a little melodramatic and completely ridiculous, but this was my first Mother’s Day. I really have no idea why it was, and is, bugging me so much. But it is. I guess I just thought I was closer with a lot more people than I am apparently.
Thanks to those of you who did wish me a “Happy Mother’s Day”; I appreciate it!
But thank you mostly to my husband for making the day truly special. I can’t wait to see our final creation on Thursday!
And thank you completely to my son who is the reason that I get to celebrate Mother’s Day in the first place.
