Tomorrow is Mother's Day - again. The second one in the pandemic. Normally I don't want to know from Mother's Day - it's commercial and all that ........ was brought up to believe there shouldn't have to be one day to celebrate Mother or Father ........ but this year I wish more than I have ever wished before that we could all gather for Mother's Day - I wish I could hug my daughters. I wish we could all gather around the dining room table and feast on pancakes and sausages and eggs and cinnamon rolls...... a huge brunch celebration like we used to ....... back in the days when I would go grudgingly ........ cause well Mother's Day is commercial and all that
Mother's day used to signal the end of family celebrations for that year........ you see we have birthdays in Sept, Oct, Nov, Jan, Feb, March and April. Then of course in there we also have Christmas and Easter..... so Mother's Day signalled the end of family get togethers / celebrations.
What a difference a year makes - or in this case - what a difference a pandemic makes. I am missing these family celebrations......... missing the noise and the crowds of people... missing the kids and the hugs.......
When this is finally over and we can go back to family celebrations I hope I never forget how it felt to be separated from my children..... from the family.... and never EVER complain again about another road trip for yet another celebration.