I'm embarrassed when I see moms complaining about a lack of "wow" on Mothers' Day. Usually they have small children, so what they're really complaining about are their husbands. What do you mean you didn't get anything. Look at your children! How many quiet hours have you spent blissfully rocking your newborns? How many raspberries have you blown onto their fat tummies? How many games of peek-a-boo have you played with your enthusiastic toddlers? How much joy have your children given you?
When I got home, Matt was there and he said Happy Mothers' Day to me. I found out that earlier in the day when Nana dropped him off he had been practicing on his bike and he made the entire length of the sidewalk without anyone holding the seat. Twice. I was so proud!
After dinner I called my own mom. She spent the day with her mom and one of her sisters. They all went out to lunch. I wish I could have been there. I miss my mom terribly and I often think of moving back down to Florida just to be with her, but we hated living there. Hopefully I will see her this summer.
So, that was my understated Mothers' Day. There was no big "WOW!" to it, but there didn't need to be. I got my hugs and kisses. I had a nice conversation catching up for the week with my mom. What more do I really need?