First off, I would like to thank each of you who complimented me in such a way as to make me feel like “Super Mom”. You all gave me a lovely gift, and I am grateful.
Secondly, I have to say that both of my children are very good at blessing me. They stayed back from church on Sunday and worked on making the house (dogs bedecked with bows included) festive and beautiful for when I returned. I was greeted at the door by two very happy, colorful canines and when I turned the corner into the dining area, I was further greeted with a bouquet of 40 multi-colored tulips (my wedding flower) which were sitting next to a lovely tropical arrangement courtesy my friend, Nora, and Bodega chocolates from my Candymoto. Chocolate covered strawberries were in the mix, and a flourless chocolate cake made especially for me by my daughter (I am still living the ‘gluten-free’ regimen I began a while back) was wafting its dark decadence my way. They even had my favorite Brazilian music playing in the background. And because it was lunch time, they were both ready and awaiting the go ahead from me to order my favorite ‘gluten-free’ pizza which they picked up, payed for, and delivered to our backyard Shangri La…the one which I requested spend the rest of the day basking in. In fact, that was my one request; for mother’s day I had hopes of sitting by the pool reading, playing cards, or just visiting with my children and husband. Others were welcome as long as I didn’t have to wear my ‘happy hostess’ chapeau and could lounge until I was all lounged out. Turns out it was just us four until Esther had to leave for work and then it was three. 🙂
Now a couple of comedic errors–well ironic really– occurred during time I was enjoying my blessing shower. One, I received two Happy Mother’s Day cards from the two women who served as my maternal coaches. The only problem was that I was so focused on my needing the day to do whatever it was (or wasn’t) I wanted that I forgot I had two very special women deserving of my time and energy. Thus in the course of my forgetfulness and self focused mind, I failed to send them a reminder of their special place within my heart and life leaving them only to chomp upon the bitter pill of a phone call from me. My other ironic chastisement came when I read a 2012 daily devotional for the date of ‘Dia de Madres’, for from it I learned of the proverbial wife and mother referred to by the name of, ” The Proverbs 31 Woman”. She is not necessarily new to me for I had heard of her ways and means some years back, though I confess to have cast the lesson she portrays to the side for I have no interest in rising before dawn and working in the fields. But here I was, once again, facing the lesson of this particular female as recorded in scripture many years past. And by again learning of this selfLESS female from long ago, I concurred I am most definitely not her…just ask my two moms!
Even so, this past Wednesday I again enjoyed the gift of my children, the gift of our home, the gift of time, the gift of rest, and the gift of laughter. All of which was unexpected, but superbly fulfilling just the same. Cole, Esther, and I laughed our heads off in the morning as we dipped all kinds of foods in chocolate and ate till our stomachs refused another morsel. I baked muffins and they both entertained me in the kitchen. We lay by the pool, we napped, and we swam. We listened to music and shouted absurdities at each other with such mirth we had to take pause only to reclaim the air to our lungs so we could carry on some more. And the only reason our soiree came to an end was because Esther had to get herself off to her job–leaving Cole and I to wrap up the good time without her. Which we did (with Brian who returned home from work and joined us poolside), until the makings of our evening meal required my attention and the ‘norm’ of the familial routine resumed.
While I know I am not a “Proverbs 31 Woman” (nor do I have the slightest aspiration to be so for my stamina forbids it), I am a blessed mother and wife just the same. I am graced with thoughtful and kind children and a loving and dynamic husband. Besides, the daily devotional was written by a man; what could he possibly know about being a wife and mother? 🙂
So, do you know what I want to be when I grow up? I already am what I would choose to be.