Someday I won't be woken up at the crack of dawn on Mother's Day because one of my little ones "has to go poop so bad!"
Someday we will go to mass on Mother's Day and I will be able to concentrate on every word of the scripture and listen closely to the sermon without having to scold hyper children, or wipe runny noses, or calm crying toddlers.
Someday when we go out to lunch for Mother's Day I won't break into a sweat as the hubby and I run to and from the buffet line with plates and plates of food in an attempt to feed our ravenous children.
Someday I'll actually get to eat at a Mother's Day buffet.
Someday Mother's Day will be too quiet.
Someday I'll really miss all the madness and the rush.
Someday I'll see that Mother's Day buffets are overrated even when I do get to eat them.
Someday I won't need as much sleep and wouldn't mind being woken up by a cute little munchkin that has to "go poop so bad." Especially when those words are immediately followed by, "Oh. And Happy Mother's Day, mom!"
Someday I'll sit in church and stare at the young family in front of me with tears in my eyes.
It wasn't a relaxing Mother's Day. It never seems to be. But it was a blessed Mother's Day. I am lucky enough to have both my wonderful mother and my fabulous mother-in-law here with me to celebrate Mother's Day. Trying to fit in special visits with two amazing women is a good problem to have. And four healthy, if not rambunctious, children keeping me hopping all day on Mother's Day is the most I could hope for.
Mother's Day wasn't breakfast in bed and lazing around all day. But it was my life. Crazy, loving, busy, happy, stressful at times, funny, sweet, and most of all BLESSED.
I hope you all had a blessed Mother's Day too.