I’m not one to attach a lot of sentimentality to a particular day. I don’t have huge expectations that a certain holiday must go absolutely smoothly in order for it to feel like a success. I’m happy to celebrate a birthday a few days later with a quiet dinner if it’s more convenient. The lesser holidays can pass with little more than a simple greeting, or an excuse to stop for ice cream. Mother’s Day is kind of the same. It’s exciting to get to do fun things with family on that day, but sometimes the quiet moments in between those highlighted days speak the most to me, and linger a bit longer in my memory. If you’re so inclined, take a little journey back to a few of my favorite “mother” moments like this one, or this one.
The best mother’s days for me actually happened in August and July. Those were two days when there were no doubts about just how amazing and terrifying it is to find yourself with such a special title.
Happy Mother’s Day.