Mother’s Day

As most of you are aware, this coming Sunday is Mother’s Day. I firmly believe it’s a day to honor the women in our lives. The mothers, grandmothers and other women who do so much for us men and our children.

I called the floral shop the other day and made arrangements for flowers to be sent to the house early Saturday morning.

I also picked out a Mother’s Day card for Pat and I selected a Mother’s Day card to send to our daughter Meghan from us. This was Meghan’s sixth Mother’s Day since she became a mother in August of 2018 when she gave birth to hers and husband Terry’s son Liam.

This Sunday will be the first for my wife Pat to celebrate a Mother’s Day without her mother who passed away several months ago. I know that’s going to be a little sad for her.

As I think about Mother’s Day, it takes me back to a conversation I had with my mother several years before she passed away in 2013. It was about her mother and what all her mother had to do in raising eight children.

Mother and several of her siblings experienced the hardest years of the Great Depression.As I recall that conversation, it makes me even more grateful for her.

It also makes me truly respect what she did for me and my siblings.

Through nearly 46 years of marriage with my wife, it helps me understand how wonderful a woman she really is and how grateful for all she’s done and still does for our family.

Choosing a Mother’s Day gift for my wife is always difficult. I usually fret over it and this year, as I write this, I still have no idea of what to pick out for her I would offer to take her out to breakfast Sunday morning. But most of the time she prefers I pick up something else so she can relax and enjoy.

This year I know just going to get something will be the best option.

She doesn’t want to hurry around on “her” day. Pat usually wants me to decide what to get so she doesn’t have to make that decision. So, when the time comes I will. Then we can leisurely enjoy what I choose.

It’s best to let Pat do what she would like on “her” day. I’m not sure what she will want to do about supper. That is a decision she will need to make.

My job will be to do whatever she decides I need to do to help make it happen. Last year I grilled steaks, Pat of course put together the rest of the meal.

It was a privilege to be the chef. I enjoy doing that anytime, especially on occasions like Mother’s Day.

We enjoyed a nice supper. Then, later we enjoyed a little dessert.

Come this Sunday, we’ll see what she has in mind. Makes no difference to me and of course it really shouldn’t.

At the end of the day, I just want Pat to be able to say she enjoyed her Mother’s Day. That makes it all worthwhile knowing she was pleased with “her” day.