Well, here we are again, approaching another day set aside to honor something or other. A day we are made to feel guilty if a card isn’t presented, flowers or gifts aren’t given, or we don’t make breakfast in bed for our moms.
When my kids were young, my husband would ask me what I would like for Mother’s Day. My response was usually a morning or afternoon where he would take the kids on an outing, so that I could have a few moments peace.
Now, I would give anything for all three of them to be here all the time.
The clock keeps ticking.
They show it, and tell me, every day.
Every day is Mother’s Day for me, and my best gift was three little munchkins.