Every Mom's Birthday

Oh my Mother's Day. 

I twisted my ankle at school while teaching an aerospace / rocket launching lesson on Friday with my upper school students. Right before the pre-K Mother's Day Tea. Oh I went to the tea and to the dentist afterward with a hugely swollen ankle. I finally made it to urgent care where x-rays were taken (no fracture or break) and a brace and crutches were given. This is not how I wanted to spend mother's day weekend.

Nothing is how I ever plan or think it will be. It just isn't. Sometimes it's better, sometimes it's worse. Most of the time, it just is. How things were meant to be. I don't have a strong faith in allowing life to simply happen around me. I try to control our lives but the more I reflect the more I realize, we just are. The four of us. The two of you. The one of me. 

Don't get me wrong, effort is important. But the process of us as a family is even more important. Just being us, being who are and living with what has unfolded is both ridiculously hard and a beautiful blessing. So I didn't allow a nasty bruised twisted ankle to prevent our "celebration." I won't allow comparisons and what should have been to enter into our process. 

We make mistakes, we are messy. Some of us are not potty trained, some of us are not empathy trained. Sometimes we are silly, sometimes we are angry. Sometimes we want to watch and sometimes we want to play. 

So this mother's day, as you said Nora, "It's like celebrating all mommies' birthdays on one day." we celebrated the best way we could by just being us. As messy and imperfect as ever with food and family and gardening and always lots of laughter.

Because perfection? It's boring and it isn't us.

after dinner dancing. 

Rainbows on faces.

Mother's Day Tea: Nora you made the most delicious ants on a log. Mmmm mmmmmm.

Nutella and apples. Somehow the apples were all eaten and we were left with a pile of warm nutella. 

Planting our veggie garden after a rain storm.

Teamwork!

Oh Lu.
You get by with the "cuteness" way too much.

Only one plant left... the watermelon which I think will fail but we all know how well my plans work out...

Before I know it, you two will be grown, calling me from somewhere else. Another life.
I will try to cherish today where you two call me over and over and over again (and again).