I’m sure there are dates on everyone’s calendar that seem to loom above the rest in an I’m-dreading-you-but-I-know-I-need-to-act-happy-for-others-kind-of-way. If you don’t have one, will you pretend for me, so I don’t feel like I have less than human emotions?
Mother’s Day has been one of those days for me for the past 5 years. For the last three of those years, I’ve had a sweet little reason in Heaven to celebrate. Do you know how hard it is to celebrate that? I’m know some of you don’t have to imagine.
This year for Mother’s Day, Brad told me a few days before that he had to unexpectedly work all weekend. We were both incredibly bummed, so he literally had to help me pack up and convince me to head to the Upstate for the weekend. It was a sweet and thoughtful gesture on his end. He knew I didn’t need to be home alone to ponder my thoughts. I was able to conspire with my younger brother and his lovely wife to meet me at mother’s house to surprise her for the weekend. I even stopped at my sister’s house on the way and kidnapped my youngest niece.
It was a relaxing weekend where we crafted, watched movies, and stayed up late talking. The Bitty niece kept us thoroughly entertained too. My favorite moment happened on Saturday afternoon. I wondered into the living room to see what Bitty was up to. She had her back turned to me, and she was obviously getting into something. I looked an realized that the basket of baby goodies that my grandmother had been saving for me was scattered on the floor. As I walked up to Atalie, she turned around and said “Bibby, help please!” In her hand was a pack of paci’s that she was trying to rip open. I tried to explain that Nanny bought those paci’s for Bibby’s baby. She was utterly confused, and proclaimed, “No! Ata’s paci!” After several more attempts at explaining that they were not for her, she looked at me and said, “Ata is Bibby’s Baby!” So I opened them I let her have a paci, or two.
This is the ONLY picture of her that didn’t turn out blurry because we were laughing hysterically!
Ultimately, the big smile on my Mama’s face was more than enough to help ease the pain that comes along on the second Sunday of every May. I woke up that Sunday morning to my phone ringing. It was my precious hubby calling to wish me a Happy Mother’s Day. In his voice, I could hear his compassion, understanding, and love. We talked for just a few minutes before he had to go, and together we dared to hope that maybe, just maybe, this will be our last Mother’s Day without a sweet baby in our arms to help us celebrate.