Momma's Day

Mother’s Day hasn’t always been my favorite holiday. While the Princess was little it was fun and cute. She would insist on breakfast in bed and flowers. Sometimes, a home drawn, darling card would be included. She would lay in my bed as I ate the breakfast that my Hero helped her cook and beg for some too…I never understood why they just didn’t make it family breakfast in our bed…oh well.

I lost my mom when I was twenty one, when I was still in the selfish, independent, not wanting to believe that 'momma knows best' stage. I lost her before I could really honor her at Mother’s Day. Not the breakfast in bed with flowers way, but the “thank you for all that you have done for me, & put up with from me, & sacrificed for me” way… I have always felt guilty for that, thus one of the reasons for my dislike of the holiday.

This year, my Hero asked me what was on the agenda for Saturday. I told him that I was having my hair done at noon with Whitney (my hair chick). I saw a fleeting deer in the head light look, but it was so quick that I thought I must have been mistaken. That night while at dinner, he said that he had to tell me something and he was happy that we were in public so that I wouldn’t yell at him (I had no idea that I have a habit of yelling at him, but that’s his story). He slowly said, “I made you a hair appointment with Whitney at one. It’s our Mother’s Day present for you.” I laughed! Oh, he’s so sweet to me! And soooo the reason why he is my Hero!