Mother's Day

Yesterday was Mother's Day and I learned something new, my mother hates Mother's Day. Maybe it's because as I struggled with what to write yesterday, she remembered all the awful Mother's Days she has had. At first when she said she hated Mother's Day I took it personally, as if she meant she hated being a mother. While I know that is COMPLETELY UNTRUE, I also realized that being a mother means giving all you can and than giving again. Something I am not certain I am ready for. As I think back to all the Mother's Days I can remember we were always doing something that I wanted to do. During high school, my state waterpolo tournament always fell on Mother's Day weekend, so there my mom sat in those hard, cold bleachers at the Federal Way Aquatic Center cheering us on. Before that I am sure they were filled with Dog Shows, 4-H events and various other things I was involved in. The funny thing is I don't ever remember her complaining about having to do these things.

Now many years removed from waterpolo tournaments, dog shows and various other activities my brother and I are both far away and unavailable. However I guess my mom could look at it in a positive light and realize that she raised to very independent, intelligent and happy children. I know my brother and I wanted to be with you on Mother's Day, MOM, and please know we love you so much!