{may} be my day? maybe not.

mother’s day is never how i dream it should be.

this year i woke in the morning to find jon already gone to the church building.  he left me a wonderful bouquet of roses on the kitchen table, thankfully, because it only

went down hill from here. 

my oldest son was busy trying to feed his brothers instant oatmeal and bananas.  remnants of oatmeal and brown sugar was tracked throughout the kitchen and more than five bananas had unsuccessfully been opened.  the new bruises made them potential ingredients for banana bread. cleaning up the mess left us with little time to shower and dress for church.  my mother’s day expectations were deflated, but it was not enough to get me down.  the kids were showered and my hair curled with the hope of a better afternoon.

once we arrived at church jon kissed me on the cheek and then asked if i would say the closing prayer. he confessed he felt really sick and was heading home.  (jon has only been sick a handful of times in our marriage, so i knew he was serious.)

my mother’s day was in the toilet and it was only getting worse. 

when i headed up to the pulpit to say prayer one child followed. i saw another child holding down my screaming baby in the center aisle as he was attempting to get to me. it was a quick prayer.

later i shared king crab legs with three rambunctious boys and my box of mother’s day chocolates. sad.

i know, i lived it.

jon was in bed all day long. heavenly wouldn’t you agree?  officially i declared it father’s day and my mother’s day is now june 20th. :)

still there were sweet moments in the day.  the kids decorated art work, love notes and the beautiful large box my mother sent to hold all of the letters and mother’s day drawing in. it already is a treasure. thx.