This is a post about the most perfect of Mother’s Day.
Perfect, I should note, does not mean perfect all. Dictionary perfect would require smiles all day with frolicking and rainbows while butterflies flutter and poo-filled diapers are not a possibility.
Perfect, on this day for honouring mother’s, requires a mom-like consideration. When your children are adorned in boogers and crumbs, poop and bruises, moms see right through all that straight to the laugh, the sparkle, the joie de vivre.
So though this day was not perfect, it was.
Starting with girly giggles and morning bodyslams. Followed up with coffee in bed served with a painted frame filled with some of our favourite photos.
Just look at that picture. A sucky B and an exaggerated Kaya is not the perfect picture I was hoping for. But the thing is, it is so, so perfect.
Bal has made a brunch reservation and we set off for the most scrumptious brunch I have had in years. Delicious food, company and views!
This perfect moment brought to you with kids sneaking stinky feet on the table, girlie bellies and boobies flashing our fellow patrons, and a just-sit-down-with-hot-coffee-and-brunch-when-Kaya-needs-to-poo.
Remember awhile back when Kaya drew Angry Me? Though I laughed quite heartily at her picture of our family, I also fretted a bit. Did she really see me as angry? If so, when? Always? Just when Daddy goes away? Just that morning she drew it? The next day, Kaya, never a big talker, was chatting plenty so I took the opportunity to ask her,
“How would you describe yourself?” After a bit further explanation,
“I like to draw.”
“How would you describe Brennyn?”
“Grumpy” Haha, some things stayed just as her family portrait portrayed.
“How would you describe Daddy?”
Moment of truth time. “How would you describe Mommy.”
Back to Mother’s Day outside of the restaurant enjoying the views, my heart flips and swells and bursts and grows, when my girl can not go home until, as she says it, “we go on an Adventure Walk. Follow me Mom!” Another gift from my girl.
After a perfectly adventurous stroll full of laughs, monster chases and races, we head back to the car with blisters, tears, and pouts.
“Though you can have grief without adventures, you cannot have adventures without grief.” ~Catherynne M Valente
Quoted in one of the best books I have ever read (but I’ll get to that in another post!)
Motherhood- full of adventure and grief, frustration and grace, exasperation and love.
Love that is perfect.
If ya know what I mean.