Well now that I got writing about my mom out of the way, I can talk about how my Mother’s Day went. Sometimes when Mother’s Day is coming up, I am focusing on what I want to do for the day, what I want to eat, what traditions I will take part in. And then I feel so selfish when I remember, oh yeah, I have a mom as well. And I need to be celebrating her on Mother’s Day and not thinking of myself and my wants. It makes me feel terrible for a small second.

It’s been years since I’ve been able to physically be with my Mom on Mother’s Day but I always ensure she receives a gift or flowers to show my appreciation for her. And of course I text her first thing in the morning, I usually post a picture on Facebook and Instagram and tonight I’ll call her.

I had a great day today with my kids, three of the four anyway. My older son is provinces away and so I didn’t see him but we did talk on the phone. I love Mother’s Day. It’s one of my favourite days of the year. I soak in all the love and all the feels. I love being a mom. It’s the best job and I love my kids with all of my heart, as crazy as they make me some days.

I usually spend most of Mother’s Day in bed. I drink too much coffee in bed in the morning then the kids make me breakfast (brunch) in bed and this morning Cordelia baked cinnamon buns and I had THREE. They were scrumptious and I fell off the no sugar wagon big time, but that’s okay. It was a one off. Bella brought over gifts and flowers and an iced cappuccino, my first in over a month. It was heavenly.

Another of my traditions is pouring over my stacks and stacks of photo albums. I love looking at these old photos. It’s interesting how the people in the photos, who are mostly my family, I see in a different light as I get older. As I become closer to the age of the people in the photos, I feel a closer connection to who they were. I think it’s difficult to connect with older people when you are young, especially in photos. But now at age 47, when I see a picture where my parents might have been 47, I see them with new eyes. So many memories in those pictures.

I took pictures of the pictures with my iphone and texted many of them to my sisters, parents and other family members. I wish someone would reciprocate. I’d love to see the pictures of me in other people’s photo albums. But I guess not everyone is as into photos as I am. I started those albums around the age of 11-12 maybe. With babysitting money I would buy camera after camera, the disposable kind. And when it was full, drop if off at the drugstore and wait for the pictures to come back. And I started filling albums right away.

I swore I would always keep up with putting photos in albums because of my gramma. She kept her pictures loose in a plastic shopping bag. No organization, no names or places or dates on the backs of the pictures. And so when we would look through them, sometimes she would have a hard time remembering who was in the pictures and where they were taken. So I began to help her sort of catalogue them and get them into albums, with at least names on the backs of them. And I swore I would never keep pictures so disorganized because it was so much work to then organize them.

Now back to my Mother’s Day, once I was tired of laying in bed and I’d looked through all of the pictures, I got up and put my face on. The girls and Sid and I went for a walk, (Sid biked). It was cool and very windy but nice to get some fresh air and exercise. And it’s probably the only day of the year I can guilt them into coming for walk with me. They can’t say no to me on Mother’s Day.

Afterwards Sid and I napped and when Clint got home from work, he took my spot in the bed beside Sid for a siesta and I went downstairs and did a workout and yoga. I’m trying to get back into working out with weights as I know it’s uber important to me at this stage in the game. And I’m really more of a weights than cardio kind of person and always have been.

We then had a delicious supper, planned and cooked by the girls and Clint. And that’s also a treat for me, not cooking and not planning what to cook. I feel so spoiled. Another great Mother’s Day in the books. I love being a part of the mom club.