It wasn't the radio ads or TV commercials leading up to the day that got me. It wasn't the kind and thoughtful messages and emails I received prior to and on the day. It wasn't being out and seeing mothers and daughters together, engaged in the formality of Mother's Day but possibly not really understanding the significance of actually spending it together. No. It wasn't any of these things that made the tears fall.
It was the card that my father brought over to me in the evening, wishing me happiness on this day and always...because it was the very first time in my life that I had seen a card penned in his hand, signed by one name only: Dad.
The card looked like it lacked something, and yet the fact that my dad had gone to the store, chosen a beautiful message and delivered it to me tells me that my mom was definitely not missing from this act.
Thanks, Mom and Dad :)
And thank you to my family for making it such a lovely Mother's Day. I'm looking forward to collecting more handmade crafts from my daughter and sharing these special days with her. It meant the world to me to be recognized by glitter and construction paper and that which is like birdsong to a mother: Happy Mother's Day (Thank you to her Papa for prompting each word out of her sweet mouth!)
Thanks for reading - and I do hope each of you enjoyed your Mother's Day in whichever capacity you celebrated the miracle of women.
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