It's the weekend. Oh weekends, how I love thee. You're like my very own version of a weekly Christmas. I know it won't be this way for long, because next year it will seem more weekend-like on a daily basis when there's no more day job, but for the next few weeks, I'll continue to covet every minute of our time together, miss you when you're gone, and smile, smile, smile when you finally come back into my life. And this weekend is special. It's Mother's Day....a whole day just for me to spend doing whatever I so choose (yeah, right).
Earlier this week, I e-mailed my hubby from work and asked him to add a movie to our Netflix account (you can see where my priorities were that day), and he responded with, "Yes, dear. Anything for you." Anything? You mean it? So, I quickly responded and said that in that case I'd like a beach vacation and a drink with an umbrella. My hubby, being the smart, never sarcastic man that he is, wrote back and simply told me to be excited because every day is a vacation from the beach, there's an umbrella in the closet, and to help myself to all the water I desire. Nice try, babe.
Well, it may not be a beach vacation, but this weekend I will enjoy in the grandest of ways. In my family, we love to give. In fact, I come from a long line of givers. My mother has got to be the most generous person I've ever met. I do believe that she has spent every spare, and even some not-so-spare, penny on me since I was born. She gives to me even when she can't give to herself. As a single parent for most of my childhood, I never went without anything, needed, wanted, or a combination of the two. Sometimes I even feel as though I can't relate to friends who also grew in homes with a single mom, because unlike so many of them, I never did without. My mom scrimped and saved and did without so that I could have. Although I'm now a big girl with my own job, my mom continues to give. And I must say, it is wonderful, especially since now I find myself, in the spirit of tradition, doing without so that I may give, give, give to my daughters. So, what a better way for me to celebrate my life as a mom than to do one of my very favorite things? Give. There may not be many things I do well, but I'd like to believe that giving is one of them. I remember birthdays, I send snail mail, and I hunt, hunt, hunt for what I consider to be the perfect gift. I am the queen of "happies", and I mean it when I say that one of my greatest joys comes from giving to those I love. And I love my Libby. So, I'll be giving my Mother's Day to her, in a sense.
In case you haven't been reading regularly, she's been having a case of the nitty gritties lately. It's hard being a big sister. It's seemingly even harder to be five. In an attempt to make this tough time of tranisition a little easier for her, we are having a weekend devoted to the first born....and the best part is, she had no idea what was coming her way.
Libby's weekend began Friday night,when my friend Adrianna, whom I am quickly coming to adore, and I took Lib and her daughter, Cassie, to our local high school for some entertainment. Oh, the nightlife of a mother. Before the show we went out to eat.