Bouquet of Roses

I know this sounds completely trivial and silly, but I’m going to share it anyway.

Mother’s Day is this coming Sunday. I know that it is a woman-made, Hallmark kind of holiday, but nonetheless, it exists and millions of people celebrate it so I’m not in the minority when I think of it as a special day. For as long as I can remember I’ve tried to make Mother’s Day a day when my mom feels adored, celebrated and loved.

Obviously, this isn’t the only day of the year when I express my love and gratitude for all of the unconditional love my mom has given me, nor is it the only day of the year when I offer gestures to show my gratitude for the sacrifices and selflessness that have allowed me to be where and who I am today.

As a mom, I desire to be appreciated for the things I do and the mom I am.

Here is the silly part: just once in my life I would love receive a beautiful bouquet of roses, from my husband (when God delivers him), showing appreciation for the mother I am to my children and the unconditional love with which I embrace my daughters.

I love Em and Ella with a love that comes from so deep inside my heart and soul that nothing could ever disrupt it. Loving them isn’t a choice I make. Loving them is simply who I am and what I do. It requires no explanation or justification. I love my girls with every fiber of my being, every teeny-tiny microscopic cell in my body.

While it matters not if they recognize me – I don’t love them for recognition – it would be amazing for another person, an observer of the way I love my daughters, said to himself (and, in turn, to me) “Wow! What an AMAZING woman! What an AMAZING mom! I am blessed beyond words that the Lord has put her into my life, and that she shares even a fraction of that love with me.”   

Words of genuine love and appreciation and a single action such as gifting a beautiful bouquet of roses, would make me feel blissfully happy and adored.