on mother’s day and why socks will suffice

May 12, 2014 in Blog, Family, Kids, Love, Motherhood by lindsaymwright

If you’re a living, breathing, functioning person, you know that yesterday was Mother’s Day (at least in North America…I’m actually not sure if this “holiday” is an international event).

Last week, Travis asked the kids what they thought I wanted for Mother’s Day (after explaining what the day was in the first place…).

Henry….“SOCKS!!”  Clara…”a spark-a-ye unicorn.”  (Since I actually NEED socks and have yet to add a unicorn to my collection, I thought these were pretty appropriate gifts.)

Until I got on Facebook.

I read several posts from mamas talking about wanting time to themselves – sleeping in and breakfast in bed and trips awayAnd then I wanted all those things.  “YEAH!!  If anyone deserves some special treatment around here, it’s ME.  I’m taking care of three kids, homeschooling, cleaning, cooking (not really), AND making sure I shave my legs everyday for the hubs, all on about 3 hours of sleep a night.”

“I’m entitled!”

And for a second, I became ungrateful.  And selfish.  And for a second, I pouted.  But thank God for discernment.  For that whispering in my heart.

“This is the flesh talking.  Not your Spirit*.  You’re not entitled. THIS IS A PRIVILEGE.”

Valued?  YES!  Blessed?  YES!  Appreciated and doted on and celebrated?  Heck YES**!!

But entitled to some special, grand gesture??


Now, I’m not saying that breakfast in bed wouldn’t be nice (french toast, preferably) or that breaks for us mamas aren’t needed (they’re required).  But my Mother’s Day wouldn’t be ruined if I had to sit at the kitchen table, amidst the (loud) random chatter of my little family as I ate a bowl of Fruit Loops.  In fact, I can’t of think of anything better than socks and unicorns and a handmade card at the moment.  Except for maybe a day spent hugging on these little people who MADE me a mama in the first place.


Yeah.  I’m entitled to that.


QUESTION:  If you’re a mama, how did you celebrate Mother’s Day?



*John 14:17

**For the record, I got a surprise massage for Mother’s Day.  Blessed, I’ll say!