So, I wrote this whole post about mothers and animals and the zoo…and then it fell apart. It went from a really great idea to shambles in a few short paragraphs.
I think that’s an apt metaphor for life right now.
We had a great weekend! We went to Tampa to see my nieces play soccer. They are growing and changing so fast…moving from baby to young girl (breaking Auntie’s heart in the process—who said they can grow up?). The girls played and swam and giggled their little hearts out.
I have so many different emotions regarding Mother’s Day. Emotions that are hard to put in to words. The husbands got up at O’Dark Thirty to go fishing.
Somewhere around the time the sun thought about rising, I opened my eyes to see Niece B hovering over my face. She informed me to stay in bed or at least not go downstairs. I agreed.
I then met Ronca in the hall to eavesdrop. We couldn’t hear much, but we smelled toast.
Toast…good. They can’t burn the house down, right?
Wait! Wait! Suddenly, we were really awake. There were three little girls cooking in the kitchen—ages 10, 9, and 6. HOLY MOLY!
As we stood there giggling, we smelled something else…EGGS!
Eggs? Eggs require cooking. Ronca has a gas stove. We were fairly sure the house was about to implode.
Footsteps…we scatter…Niece D informs us that we need to have a seat in the playroom so we can be treated to our fancy schmancy breakfast.
As we are oohing and aahing over our Gourmet Meal Fit for a Queen, I asked J how they made the eggs without using the stove.
Niece B explains that it was easy—they used the microwave (OF COURSE! The microwave!)
I asked how they knew what to do…
J says, “I Googled it!”
So that was the height of joy (and OK, Ronca and I laughed until tears rolled). Those girls were so proud that they did something for their mommies for Mother’s Day. They were absolutely unashamedly glowing.
(We must be doing something right, right?)
However, there’s another part of me that aches.
On Friday, we got Jack’s wheels.
We arrived at the store and helped unpack the boxes containing these little tiny wheelchairs. We got to choose which one we wanted…we lifted, sat on, pushed, pulled, and test drove a bunch. We filled out paperwork, and talked about the warranty. We finally settled on our choice, and left the store.
It was then that it hit us.