I've been working on my expectations
never always lately and especially yesterday on Mother's Day. Usually all that really matters to me is a card -- I love me some greeting cards. Most years, my boys have let me sleep in and then they surprised me with a bouquet of hand-picked wildflowers.
This year, all I really wanted was for my Noodle to treat me kindly as lately I'm the object of his anger for whatever reason. I didn't want a gift or to be waited on all day long. I had a mix this year -- I was very surprised with the gift of a massage and chauffeur service to and from the appointment. But my Noodle and I had several low moments from breakfast all the way through to dinner.
I am not here to post about that ick though. I'm here to share the beautiful card my husband made for me and how meaningful it was to me.
You see, I am not the most naturally playful mama you'll ever meet. I was not a very playful child either. I bought myself this red fairy a few months ago to remind me that there is a playful part of me buried inside. But then I forgot to play with my playful reminder fairy.
What makes this card so special is not even that I have never received a drawing from my husband in our almost-eight-year history (and this drawing amazes me so!) No, the card is special because of the thought behind it. He knew that this year I needed more than words. I needed to see that my playful spirit exists. Even on a hard day when it is buried in the Hudson River like a Mafia victim; along with my loving kindness.
That, dear friends, is true love.