Daily writing prompt

What is your favorite holiday? Why is it your favorite?

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I love this prompt! I was just thinking about and discussing this on Sunday with my older daughter Bella. My favourite holiday, even better than Christmas, for me is Mother’s Day. And May is the month of Mother’s Day and May is on our doorstep.

Bella actually asked the question, why do you love Mother’s Day so much Mom? Mother’s Day feels to me like this exclusive club, that I am so happy and so proud to be a part of. Sorry men, no, you’re not invited. Your day is in June. I’ve been a mom for almost 23 years. And I didn’t always relish Mother’s Day the way I do now, I think it picked up steam over the years and as the kids grew.

I know it sounds super cheesey but on Mother’s Day, I feel this aura around me. I am filled with these happy and proud feelings that literally make me feel lighter. I’m not even sure how to precisely explain it. I guess you could say I’m “feelin’ the love” all day long. If one of the kids are home, I usually get breakfast in bed, although not at my breakfast time, it’s more of a brunch type situation. And it’s sweet and adorable. Overcooked eggs, too much ketchup, toast too crunchy….but made with love.

I tend to not leave my bed for most of Mother’s Day and after a late breakfast in bed and more coffee than I normally drink, it’s time for the photo albums to come out. I haul every single photo album from downstairs and pour over and take pics of pics that go back to my very first pregnancy with Bella in 2001. I love looking at these old pictures and the memories they stir. At this point in my Mother’s Day, the emotions are bubbling inside of me. It’s almost euphoric.

This year, again, my older son won’t be home for Mother’s Day and that’s okay, that’s life right. He’s off living his life three provinces away and as long as he’s happy, that contributes to me having a happy Mother’s Day. Last year one of his best friends who still lives here stopped by with flowers for me, from him. Super sweet and thoughtful and I’m pretty sure the friend’s idea lol. And now that I mention it, I hope my son paid him back for buying these flowers.

Two years ago, a little eighteen month old came into our lives and so now I have four beautiful babies whose existence I get to relish on Mother’s Day. Which sweetened the pot even more so. The cherry on top of my Mother’s Day, Sid. The baby we didn’t know we needed.

I hope my love for Mother’s Day will never change, but if it does, I hope I can at least always recall the warm fuzzy feeling it brought to me for so many years. My own Mom now says she doesn’t like to look at those old pictures because it makes her feel too sad. And that makes me sad and I hope that doesn’t happen to me.