Happy Mother’s Day weekend!
In my house, we can hardly celebrate a holiday or birthday for just one day. Any given celebration usually begins days before the actual day. For obvious reasons, I love Mother’s Day.
I’m not hard to please, I’m really not. My favorite things are the hand made gifts my little ones make, with their tiny hand prints painted on, the coloring pages, and construction paper cards signed with crayons. I love that my husband brings me flowers three or four days out. I’ve been blessed in the past with breakfast in bed, sleeping in or taking naps without someone waking me up. This weekend my husband even went to yard sales with me. Anything fun that’s done this weekend will be in the name of Mother’s Day.
I want to share a most memorable moment from about five years ago. It actually was the day before Mother’s Day, and we decided to go to out to dinner at the beach that evening with the kids to beat the Sunday holiday crowd. The problem was, I think everyone else on the Gulf Coast had the same idea. My favorite restaurant was too crowded, and we decided on a different seafood restaurant. The evening was nice and breezy, so we decided to sit outside on the deck.
Big B and my husband enjoy raw oysters, I think they just look gross, so I won’t even try them. No thank you. About halfway into the appetizer, my son makes this disgusted face, as though he’s about to be sick. He sticks his hand in his mouth, (oh, so yucky), and there it was. A little tiny white pearl. No lie. But wait! As we’re examining it, he still has the same oyster in his mouth, and pulls out another pearl, a little bigger than the first.
Needless to say, we were freaking out! We told the server, and he had never seen anything like it. Of all of us, Big B was the most calm. His explanation was simple. In his sweet little six year old voice, he says that it was Jesus’ was of telling me Happy Mother’s Day! Well, isn’t that something! Until the day I die, I will never believe anything otherwise.
The next day, Mother’s Day, I was reading a story online from our local news channel. I noticed a request for special Mother’s Day stories, so of course I shared mine from the evening before. Again, much to my surprise, one of our reporters called me and wanted an on camera interview for the evening news. Ha! Me, on camera, in front of our city. Not my cup of tea, but I agreed anyway. It went well, although I was a nervous wreck.
The last question the reporter asked me was how could my son top that next year? My answer “I didn’t think he could top it, but maybe he can find me a set of diamonds”. Well, a girl can dream can’t she?
Happy Mother’s Day!