Last year, Ella and I spent Mother's Day planting all of our flower beds and pots. It was a glorious day with our faces to the sun, our minds on each other, and our hands in the dirt. Derek was a huge help, and hauled dozens of pots and plants to the back deck. Ella and I stayed busy with important discussions on color and blend, spikes vs vines, mounding impatiens vs wandering petunias. We decided to do the same this year, and have locked it in as an annual family tradition.
Make no mistake; this is all part of my master plan to guilt them into planting all of my flowers on mothers day when I'm old and cranky. "But it's our Mother's Day tradition..." I'll weakly mutter as they roll their eyes and hand me a card.
Today, however, they radiated love and honor...and I drank in every minute of it.
I am many things to many people, but there's no role in life that I take more seriously. If what we leave behind is a testament to the kind of people we are, then let me tread lightly and love fiercely. Let me teach what I know, but also take time to let them teach me. Let me broaden the aperture of their world view. Let me push the laundry, the grocery list, the bills, and the office cubicle aside for one day of bliss in the sun with these incredible little people whom we have so beautifully made.
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