You will spend most of your morning smelling like you have a drinking problem because of said spill.
Husbands with broken thumbs that still make the best of every situation are sort of my hero. Ok, my total hero. Like probably a defining moment in our marriage, today.
Toddlers don't like hard boiled egg yolks and might spit said yolk onto your perfect palatable belgiun waffle. Which is gloriously served to you and covered in strawberries and whipped cream. You will still eat said waffle.
Also that tiny top baby teeth still don't arrive on Mother's Day, even after praying fervently all week long that they would. Mesh teethers will be your Mother's Day bff.
You might serve a picnic lunch to your family without even thinking about it. An ordinary occurrence that said hero mentions half way through and says, 'Hey, why'd you do that?' You will smile and mean it and love it when you say, 'Cause I'm Mom, that's what I do.'
That you might be holding onto this image in your head of eating dinner out as a family and once dinnertime arrives and children are whiny, restless and hungry…throwing in the towel and driving alone to pick up subs sounds about a million times more appealing than rallying the troops. It's the most delicious sub you've had in a long time. No seriously, it is.
And no matter what, you can't help but wish you were with your own Mom. All day long. Doing nothing. Just being.
And maybe Mother's Day will never truly be 'about you' and always about her. But that's ok. Because being a Mother isn't about you at all. It's about them. And that's the beauty of it. You can't ever 'escape' being a Mother. It's in you, in your blood, in your DNA, in your soul.
I'll take my crazy life any day because God blessed me with the ordained responsibility and trust of being all theirs. All day long. All life long. And there is such an unspoken beauty in the captivity of it all. That no day is ordinary.
And especially on Mother's Day, learning to go with the flow, take the small moments and not a grander picture in my head. An idealized moment and just throw it away.
Instead, look at this crazy present life like looking at a Monet painting through a magnifying glass. Like, it just looks crazy.
And know that one day I'll step back and it'll be this gorgeous, amazing, fruitful and fulfilled image. This journey of beauty that seems unrecognizable now. And yes, I'll miss this crazy.
So as I sit back and reminisce about today, spatted egg yolk waffles, spilled mimosa and all…I can't help but think how much I love my microscopic Monet.
And oh how much I missed my own Mommy today.