Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Love is Spelled F-O-O-D (and flowers)

Mother's Day was decadent with food and time and sun and sweet kisses. The Mail Man spells love f-o-o-d. I like the way he spells especially when it involves strawberry filled crepes for breakfast, juevos rancheros for lunch, and strawberry daiquiris for dinner (there was food as well and it involved potatoes, cheese, guacamole, sauteed mushrooms and sour cream).
I didn't leave the house except to hang out in the yard and take care of some leisurely weeding, pruning and scheming. My nephew Ezra and stopped by to visit for a few minutes and I got to hug my sister and wish her a happy Mother's Day. I'm told Ezra calls me Hebber, which I find perfect. This photo was taken during the few minutes Amelia allowed Ezra to touch her toys without freaking out, and before her fever of 103 set in and caused her to be really, really grumpy (for just cause...poor little lamb).
On a more serious note I find that Mother's Day gives me an opportunity to be exceptionally mindful of my most important job (like nurturing my sick babe). On Sunday I kept thinking about the things I love most about my Mom and the way she nurtured me. She was always patient and good at listening. She fed us healthy food and told us it was because she loved us, which is what I tell my girls as well. I remember her telling us that she would not buy us junk food because she loved us and feeling so torked and confused about that. Mom also had the perfect fingernail length for back scratching, which she did whenever we asked. My Mom told me she loved me every day and always encouraged me. She still tells me that she is proud of me whenever she sees me, and it still makes me cry like a 13 year old girl who knows not who she is. I like making her proud and I try to remember to tell my girls how proud they make me. You know...just in case my love for them just isn't obvious enough somehow.

Happy Mother's Day to the many, many astoundingly strong, beautiful, creative, loving, giving, imperfect yet still way better than good enough women I'm privileged to know. Most especially to my own Mother who may not know just how much I love and look up to her.

8 comments:

  1. What a beautiful post, Heather. :) I'm so glad your Mother's Day was a special one! I like how The Mail Man spells love and love knowing how much your family loves and is loved! xoxo

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  2. Very pretty shots of flowers, it makes me long for them to bloom here

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  3. That was really beautiful!!! Makes me wanna cry. You are a wonderful mother and I am glad your girls and hubby made you feel special! I too had a wonderful Mother's day, but am now thinking I need to order some of those strawberry filled crepes covered in whipping cream and chocolate for next year!
    I look forward to your "project garden" success!

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  4. Beautiful, Heather! It's so obvious that you're an incredible mom. Oh, and I'm going to remember your mom's explanation for no junk food – that's a good one!

    Looks like you were treated very well on Mother's Day. You deserve it. :-)

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  5. What a great post, H. I love the lilacs. WE don't get them around here and it is probably one of the things I long for most as May comes along. Thanks for sharing them with me. Now if only I could have smell-o-screen on my computer.

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  6. Oh my. Such profound and lovely words, Heather. I can only hope that my own children have similar sentiments when someday they think back on how I mothered them!

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  7. Heather, how insightful and thoughtful. I was moved by your post and your blogging. Women need to stick together...and share... and validate and uplift and so on. Keep it up! much love, Aunt Laure

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