Mother’s Day 2008

Yesterday’s Festivities

Yesterday was wonderful! I was blessed to have all five of my children together for Mother’s Day. Pictures were taken, but I’ll have to upload/download/sidewaysload them later.

We went to my mother’s grave. I left a note and a rose for her.

We made a video, sans Rebekah. She had already gone back to Chris’ house.

We watched The Illusionist. It is one of my favorite movies.

We had dinner and cheesecake. I opened my cards and gifts: a beautiful Mother locket, a Chicken Soup book, Pepsi and straws, slippers and Hempz!

Words cannot even come close to expressing the love that I have for my children. And as it is 6 am, there really is no point in me trying! Suffice it to say that they are my world.

Tomorrow

I didn’t hear from John Mark today. Vamp was probably called off due to rain. I need to call both of the boys tonight. And talk to Hannah and Elizabeth about tomorrow’s plans (if any). Then I will call Rebekah and let her know what time she should come over.

I hope that it’s sunny and warm tomorrow.

A Mother’s Day Memory

Mother’s Day isn’t all flowers and sweet cards when you are married to the devil. I am writing a quick article for AC about where one can find various free Mother’s Day e-cards. Naturally, my mind went over Mother’s Days Past. One stands out and sadly so. All of my five children were very young. They and I had picked up McDonald’s on the way home from church to celebrate Mother’s Day. Naturally, Chris was nowhere to be found. Work was far more important than me or his children. The kids and I were at the kitchen table eating and enjoying handmade Mother’s Day cards and gifts when Chris made one of his surprise midday stops at the house. He proceeded to (and I kid you not, it was as simple as this) tell the children, “Your mother is a bad mother.” Oh, he expounded on the topic, believe me, but that was the gist of it. After he left, I quietly walked back to my sons’ bedroom and heard James saying to John, “And the house isn’t even messy at all!” True. There was not one item out of place or one counter un-wiped. That in itself probably justified the insult in Chris’ mind. How dare I excel?!

He’s long gone. In fact, he’s busy making another woman’s life a living hell right now. Stupid woman. At least I had the excuse of youth and naivete. She was in her mid-forties when she married him.