For a period of more than 10 years I was not a fan of Mother's Day. Not that I didn't love my mom and want to honor her, but I kept wondering for the first several years "Am I ever going to get married?" (a prerequisite to becoming a mom) and then for the first six years of marriage "Am I ever going to become a mom?". What felt like my first Mother's Day was the one in 2008 when I could feel Nadia kicking my ribs. Since I lost my first baby in 2005 I had technically been a mother for 3 years at that point, but it didn't feel real until 2008. That Mother's Day in 2008 was a little surprising for me because I thought Paul would do something to make it a special day for me, but upon discussion after the fact I found out that he didn't think I was a mother yet because I hadn't given birth. The last eight years Mother's Day has been SO much better because my arms are no longer empty. I am eternally grateful for the three miracles which the Lord has given to our family. Yes, there are still moments when I long to give birth one more time, but most of the time I have come to terms with the fact that our family is complete.
I thought that Mother's Day would immediately become this really happy day for me, but my association with it has still been tinged with the grief from the past. This prompts me to spend time every May praying earnestly for those single women who long to be married and have children and for those married women struggling with infertility and longing to become a mom. Although the pain of infertility has been replaced with the joy of mothering three precious gifts from God, I have not forgotten what it feels like to be waiting and wondering if that day will ever come. There were several moments in church today when I found myself inwardly cringing at how other women might be feeling. For example, when the choir met for prayer prior to the first worship service, the music pastor asked all the mothers to come in the middle and then the men were to gather around and place hands on us and pray for us. I know there are women in the choir who aren't mothers, and I cringed as they were lumped in with the men. If this had happened during my years of struggling to conceive or adopt, I can guarantee tears would have been flowing down my cheeks.
Also, I began to realize that Paul associated Mother's Day with a day he would give his mother a card and gift and didn't think of it as a special day for me (and it's true I am not his mom), and since our kids are still young, that usually meant nothing really happened out of the ordinary on Mother's Day. This was also due in part to the fact that we were usually on vacation over Mother's Day weekend, which meant Paul was even less likely to run to the store and buy a card. I thought when he saw all that I did for him for Father's Day it would give him ideas for how to celebrate Mother's Day (having the kids make cards for him, preparing him a special breakfast and dinner, giving him a gift, etc.), but that didn't happen.
So this year I decided to be very direct. I remember last year asking for him to have the kids make me cards for my birthday, but it didn't happen. Most years I asked him to have the kids make me cards for Valentine's Day (and I would help them make him cards), but I was in Maryland this year on Valentine's Day. I didn't get cards from the kids for my birthday this year (hopefully soon they'll be old enough to do this on their own without needing Daddy to help) so I decided to be very specific and yesterday asked that the cards be made today and gave specific time frames when it could be accomplished. Nadia and I did some yard sale shopping yesterday morning and during that time he helped Oliver and Ian each make me a card. Then later in the day I printed out some questionnaires (similar to ones I had the kids complete for several years in a row for him for Father's Day) to have them complete for Grandma (Paul's mom) and myself. He worked with Nadia on her cards while I gave the boys a bath. I absolutely love the cards and questionnaires that they completed. I will save these for years to come, and I'm hoping this can become an annual tradition.
He asked me this year if I wanted a gift. I appreciated that offer, but since money is tight (as we have no idea when we will be able to sell our house and our house does not match up with the salary of his new job that he is starting tomorrow), I didn't want him to spend any money on me. I said what I wanted was to be able to shop at the mall by myself. It has been many months since I experienced that luxury. I love my children to pieces, but I find taking the three of them into JcPenney to be a downright stressful experience. I went to the mall armed with five coupons and found some great bargains - some Christmas gifts for nephews, clothes for Ian (and Oliver in the future), and two pair of earrings for myself ($9 total for the two pairs). I hadn't bought myself any new earrings for several years, so that was a fun splurge. I almost ended my shopping excursion with an ice cream treat from Dairy Queen, but as I realized one treat costs more than a gallon of ice cream from the grocery store, I opted to go home and bake a batch of lemon bars instead (yum!). While the kids and I were in Sunday School this morning, Paul made a trip to CVS and bought cards for his mother and myself and also bought me some candy.
Although it was chilly during the beginning of Ian's 11:00 am soccer game yesterday, the weather did turn pretty during his game for the first time in 10 days (we were beginning to forget what the sun or a blue sky looked like), and so I went for a 4 mile run (first in 10 days) after we got home from the soccer games, which also felt wonderful. The weather was pretty again today, but due to our busy schedule I didn't have time for a run today. I don't think I'll be able to run tomorrow, but I do plan to mow the lawn tomorrow while Paul is at work.
At one point I planned to go down to Maryland this weekend to be with my mom, but those plans changed. Part of me still wishes I had gone down to help make the day special for her, but maybe the next time I go her immune system will be strong enough that I can bring my kids with me. She had her 5th (of 6) chemo treatments this past Wednesday. The end of chemo is in sight. Whew. Thus far she still does not qualify for surgery (the fluid being drained from below her lung is still malignant for one thing), but we are still praying for that miracle. It certainly wasn't the most pleasant Mother's Day for her as she has been struggling with nausea the past few days. Ironically, Oliver threw up all over the place when we were less than five minutes from home this evening. Thankfully a lot of it went into a trash can I handed him after he started vomiting. This is the reality of being a mom (or dad). There are many really awesome moments like reading to your kids, hugs, kisses, roller coaster rides, etc., and then there are some really icky moments like cleaning up vomit.
Since I didn't go to Maryland today, we went down to Aunt Millie's bakery after church. Oliver fell asleep in the van on the way down. I woke him up around 2;00 to go in to have dinner. Paul's parents, Aunt Marlene from California (whom we hadn't seen in 3.5 years), Gram, Paul's brother, sister-in-law, Brandi (niece), Chris (her boyfriend), Autumn, and James (Brandi's kids) were all there. After we ate, Millie had 20 cupcakes for the five kids to decorate with icing and sprinkles galore. They had a blast decorating and then eating some of the cupcakes. Every day I get to spend with my three children is a gift from God. I do not take for granted the privilege of being a mom. Thank you, Lord!







































