On the one hand, I felt like people should be doing things for me, treating me extra special to show how much I mean to them and how much I do. On Saturday night I found myself prepping the girls for the next day by saying things like "tomorrow is mother's day! You have to make sure you are extra sweet to me and behave really well to show me how much love me!". And while I said nothing, I silently hoped for something extra-crazy special from Mike, on top of the beergaritas and donuts that he brought me on Saturday night (plus the promise of lots of extra Sunday sleep). You can see how this was a recipe for feeling under appreciated and disappointed.
And then on the other hand, when Sunday came, I felt super guilty for feeling like anyone owed me anything. I mean, most days I feel like I am the WORST! I spend most of my days yelling at my kids and being selfish with my time and energy. I don't deserve anything! I need to be a heck of a better mother before people start making me breakfast in bed or bringing me a dozen roses.
On the one hand, I wanted a long break form my kids because I am tired and feel burned out, but on the other hand it's *mother's day*, I should be enjoying time with my children and thanking God that I have them.
So I decided not to spend too much time worrying over the conflicted emotions and we went ahead and devoted the second half of the day to the one Mother who is perfect and who always deserves tons of affection, love and affirmation all the time, every day- and especially on mother's day. Our Lady.
We are fortunate enough to live right next to a beautiful replica of the Grotto at Lourdes on Notre Dame's campus. The campus itself has a very special devotion to Our Lady of Lourdes and Saint Bernadette, which is a huge reason that our second born is named after the amazing saint.
After Mike treated me to an extra-long, much needed afternoon nap, we got all packed up and headed out for the Grotto to make a little walking-Rosary-mini-Pilgrimage to see Our Lady and tell her how much we love her.
It was awesome. I was thoroughly impressed by how much of the rosary Naomi actually prayed and that Bernadette did not protest her the prayers for the entirety by shouting "I do not like prayer!!" over and over again (only for the first decade).
I felt like it centered mother's day on something else other than me, which is always good, and made me truly grateful for the heavenly mother that I, and especially that my girls have, who will never fail us and always care for us with the utmost prefect motherly care. A mother's day well spent.
Our Lady of Fatima (today's feast), pray for us.