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Tomorrow is Mother’s Day, my forth being on the mom side instead of the daughter, and my first as a mother of two.  I think I finally feel comfortable in the title.  Mama, Mommy, Mom…what have you.  I feel confident in my abilities to keep other living things, well, alive HA!

Tomorrow is my day?  Something like that.  I know all the blogs say that I should enjoy a bubble bath and a glass of wine alone, a day pampered in the spa alone, a day reading a book in a hammock alone.  While that would be divine, I’m not really interested in spending the day alone.  I long linger in bed by myself tomorrow morning might be nice.  Breakfast served on a platter would be lovely.  But then, I want to spend my Mother’s Day with the people that gave me the name.

I never know how to celebrate these types of holidays.  I know I Pin tons of craft ideas for the kiddies to do, but when it comes to my own celebration I’m less likely to sit Alexa and Emma down to create when it’s for me.  For other people?  Sure.  Somehow it feels less authentic if I’m doing it (well helping them do it) for myself.

Maybe I should let go of any expectations, let Peter take the wheel, and just enjoy the fact that I grew and nurtured two beautiful little girls.  They are my celebration and my gift.

*Though, Peter, if you’re reading this….you’re welcome to make a fuss  I like plants and balloons and cake!

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