Moms. They seem to do all the little things, don’t they? I know I’m painting with a broad brush when I say this and I know that this certainly doesn’t apply to everyone BUT in my experience, Moms fill all the places where Dads just don’t give a $%)#.
My Dad cared about a lot of things and handled a ton of stuff for us growing up (and continues to do so now!) but there’s a whollllleeee array of little touches that wouldn’t even have crossed his mind (and most men’s mind from what I’ve seen) to do for us. And thankfully, Moms are there to fill in the gap.
|^My Mom and Me.|
Moms care about surprising you when you open your lunchbox at school on Valentine’s Day with heart-shaped sandwiches and pink/red confetti. Moms care about buying functional and cute stuff when they send you off to your first dorm room. Moms care about making elaborate crowns for you to wear on your golden birthday. They care about decorating every inch of the house for the holidays. They care about posed pictures on the first day of school. They care about a DIY pantry of healthy snacks in the car for the various after school activities they race you around to. Moms are just awesome. And a day dedicated to all their lovingness is just about fine with me.
|^Honorable Mention on this day: My great Stepmom!!!|
I started out said day of celebration with my Mom, pup & husband at Forest Park that stands behind downtown Portland. A literal ‘rural’ forest majestically stationed right on the edge of the city. And it’s gorgeous. And steps away from my front door.
^All of the above: Jay, my Mom, Chandler & Me off in the woods for a Mother's Day hike.
Followed by venturing over to my Sister’s house on her first Mother's Day for a BBQ where I got to look at this little face…
And watch the Bro-In-Laws BBQ…
And hold this sweet face…
|^Above: I usually dress up on Mother's Day but this year a hike followed-by BBQ at home = low key. But really, that baby tho...|
And fall in love as I watch him study the world from his little vantage point ...
Because man, oh man, is that the best thing ever.
And finally we ate this strawberry shortcake. My sister is a huge baker and loves making food from scratch as well as proper hostessing duties. Everything was made from scratch here minus the pound cake because she was too busy with my nephew's feeding schedule to fit it in. Which prompted me to immediately make a point to tell her I felt she was losing her touch handing out desserts which have store-bought aspects. She responded by rolling her eyes as she balanced her newborn on her hip and complained about no sleep this entire week. What are siblings for after all!
^It was incredibly delicious for the record. We both just like to joke around.
And with that it was back home to finish up some work and nestle into bed with my own little 'son' and thank my stars I have him to snuggle. And thankful for all the Moms in my life who make the world a better place, one store-bought pastry at a time. Because I'm assuming that means the kid is fed. And on his way to a better life.