When I first heard we would be having a big family BBQ for Mother’s Day, my inner voice let out an audible groan.  What I actually wanted was to be in a spa with body oil, a back massage, someone picking at my face, and a mani/pedi.  But instead I would be outside, in the heat, with a bunch of kids running around.

I know, rough life.

And luckily, I got over myself.  Because we had the most fun that day.  Really.  It was like the best.

^^^ one tired and happy mama ^^^

I didn’t get to talk to my mom on Mother’s Day.  She has been in Missouri tending to a mother in mourning. And I think that’s right where she was supposed to be.  Not exactly a fun Mother’s Day for her, but she does it. Because she’s a good mom and she loves us – her own kids and the ones who joined our family through marriage.  She loves all of us.  She goes where she’s needed, even though she has a full life of her own.  I appreciate her for all that she is and does.

They say you don’t truly understand what your mother goes through until you’re a mother yourself.  I find those words to be truer every single day.  She raised 5 good kids and I sure don’t know how.  Love her.