As Mother's Day, 2013, approaches, I find myself perusing through my old blog posts. I just cannot express it any better than this one from May, 2011. A few updates, though. Son Matt is finishing up his freshman, or plebe, year at West Point. And of course, with the addition of Hope, I now have ten kids. But one thing hasn't changed. No matter how many Mother's Days come and go, I still want the same old thing that keeps motherhood new to me: those hugs and "I love you's" from all my kids.
"What do you want for Mother's Day?" asked Emma a few days ago. "Dark chocolate covered almonds," I said. "Dove or above."
When I use to ask my mother this question, she would always give the same answer, "I already have everything I want."
Don't you know that you are going to miss the chance for all the loot? I would think. She had eight kids. That's eight presents. Even I could do that math.
I either got her a present--an eggbeater or a half dead flower--or drew her a picture. She always raved about it.
Mother's Day is a big deal around here thanks to Captain Fun. Today I woke up to find a new laptop from the Captain himself. He has always been my biggest fan.
And I know from past Mother's Days that being the mom of so many meant lots more loot coming--one year it was three pounds of chocolate and three pounds of coffee, and I still had three more kids to hear from.
"Matt said to get on the Bed, Bath & Beyond website and order yourself some 1,000 count sheets," Captain Fun told me this morning after breakfast (French toast and blackberries with squirty whipped cream, I'll have you know).
"Wow, really?" The thought of thousand count sheets almost made me choke on my blackberries. Matt has been away at VT National Guard boot camp and medic training for six months, but somehow he remembered I said I would buy some one day. That kid is paying attention.
Two calls after church from Tiger and Bethany announced more surprises arriving tomorrow. Nine kids, nine gifts. And a new laptop. That really is a lot of loot.
Do I enjoy the presents? Yes, I do. And when my kids ask me what I want, I tell them--chocolate, coffee, pajamas, expensive shampoo. All those little pampering gifts that most moms enjoy.
But it isn't all the stuff that a mother really wants, though that's a definite perk. It's the affirmation behind the stuff: thank you; you're appreciated; we notice what you do.
"I don't know what I would do without you," read Emma's card this year. I almost teared up a little.
That's what a mother really wants.