WHOSE DAY IS THIS ANYHOW?
I will
never forget my first Mother's Day . . . breakfast in bed complete with a rose
in a bud vase, waited on hand and foot all day, dinner out . . . you name it I
had it. Now that's what Mother's Day is
all about, right? Wrong! That lasted about two years and then our
lives became so bogged down with everyday responsibilities I just never felt I
could take a whole day to pamper myself.
Maybe breakfast in bed would be squeezed in, but that lasted about
fifteen minutes and was accompanied by kids and dogs, all anxious to take
advantage of my perceived "trapped" state tucked under the covers
with a tray precariously balanced on my lap.
Two
years ago, twelve years into motherhood, I had just made the usual calls to
both my mom and my husband's mother to wish them Happy Mother's Day when the
doorbell rang. I had no idea how much I
had missed the big "to-do" of my own Mother's Day until the moment I
saw my husband standing at the door dressed as a delivery man and holding out
an arrangement of irises, "delivery for Mrs. Stone" he said quite formally.
I
reached out to take the flowers with what I'm sure can only be described as a
look of shock. "Thank you young
man" I replied as I accepted them, "would you like to come in for a
cup of coffee? I'm afraid I don't have
any change for a tip."
"Why,
yes, thank you ma'am. I'd like that very
much. Delivering flowers is much harder
than most people realize you know."
Ronnie joined me in the living room as I sat the flowers on the coffee
table and went to get us each a cup of coffee.
When I returned, he had removed his delivery man's cap and was gently
rearranging the flowers, all three of the kids watching on with happy grins.
"Why
look here! There's something stuck down
in these flowers!" he exclaimed as though surprised. At that, he dropped all pretenses and extracted
a small golden box and held it in his hand, saying, "Janice, I'm afraid
I'm very guilty of getting so wrapped up in everyday things that I don't take
the time to tell you what a terrific wife and mother you are. Mother's Day slides by with barely an
acknowledgement, but today I'm going to take advantage of the occasion to show
you my appreciation." He was
joined by a chorus of enthusiastic "Happy Mother's Day Mommy. We love you!" from the kids.
I
watched as he opened the lid of the box and removed a Mother's ring with
birthstones for each of our children and slid it on my right ring finger. "Thank you sweetheart for all that you
do. I apologize for not saying it often
enough, but it's always something I'm aware of.
I love you very much."
After
years of Mother's Day being just another day, my wonderful husband and children
had just turned it into one of the most special days of my life.
Drop by and let us help
you be her HERO!
St.
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