It is no secret that I don’t enjoy Mother’s Day. In fact, I dare say, my husband has to deal with the very worst of me on that day each year. I’m withdrawn and my moods change like the wind. I’m difficult to be around. It isn’t so much that I don’t love being with my children but more that I don’t get to celebrate being a Mom with my own Mom. It’s a big glaring reminder that she never has, nor will she ever witness me being a mother. It is a really hard pill that I’m working on swallowing. This past Mother’s Day was no different but when I announced that I wanted to go to the Flower Factory between laying on couches, he jumped up and hustled all the kids into the car and off we went.
He even managed to get a photo of me and the kids in focus. Ya see, my kids might not know it but they are the luckiest kids in the whole world. He is not only an amazing Dad but he just rocks at being a good human. My Mom got sick shortly after he and I met. We were babies and her sickness was ruthless, it gutted me. He has been there for me through it all… each mood swing… each erratic outburst… through all of the misdirected anger and resentment. He picked me up and he carried me through it all. He still does even today. He is so incredibly steady and the most selfless person I know.
So for today, as I celebrate him on Father’s Day I’m sharing these photos from Mother’s Day a day he pushes me through each and every year like a champion. I also plan to let him watch the US Open with as few interruptions as possible.
Best Mother’s Day sand cakes this side of the Mississippi.
We handed Greta the camera and she took a few photos of us.
They are so lucky… and so am I. Happy Father’s Day.