Happy Saturday! It feels wrong, but my body got me up at 5:50 AM on my sleep in day. So I’m going with it, cup of coffee in hand and mother-in-law quilt on my lap. It’s just the dog and me so far, so I can’t complain. My hubby and youngest are back from a week of exploring with Hayden’s fourth grade class. There is much to do, but not quite yet; must.enjoy.the.morning. This afternoon is filled with family, friends, hikes with Pathfinders. Oh yeah — and the lovely hCG diet that I am on. More about that later, for I’m putting that in the recesses of my mind.
I hope that all of the special ladies in my life (and those that have not yet entered my world) have a wonderful mother’s day weekend. It’s funny, because I know several women who are always trying to figure out who should call whom first. Moms often wait for daughters’ calls; grandmas for granchildren’s. I’m sure there must be a right way to do this. For me, I’m going with instinct and making the calls, regardless of rank. It’s kind of like that awkward greeting where you aren’t sure whether to move in for the handshake, hug, or high five. In driving with my teenage son Ryen yesterday, we went through this social moment together. I voted that he focus on what his own body wanted to do. Mine tells me to move in for a hug. What can I say? I’m a hugger! His might tell him differently, and that’s okay too.
As for my mom, she felt strongly that my shoes should match my belt and that I should wait to put that black shirt on until after my hair and makeup was done. She insisted that my male friends visit downstairs in the living room and that I be home by ten PM. Mmm hmmm. I broke that rule once or twice.
My vote on this beautiful Mother’s Day weekend? That, no matter which lily pad you hop to today — that it be of your choosing. Whether you are a mom or a bride with many insisting family members, knowing your own needs will help you to achieve better balance and to honor others. Or at least that’s what I tell myself when I am on the fast track to overwhelm!