This year was my first official Mother's Day. I was awakened at 3:00 in the morning by the cries of my sweet Clara who otherwise sleeps through the night. She was up for good. Her cries were punctuated by coughing fits from Spencer who was fighting a terrible cold. Clara lost her breakfast all over the front of my dress minutes before I headed out to church alone so I could teach primary. I came home and spent the afternoon preparing a meal for guests while tending to my daughter and sick husband.
It probably doesn't sound ideal. No breakfast in bed, fancy gifts, or day off from my typical responsibilities. But at the end of the day, I think everything was just right. I got to spend the day being a mother. And that is what I've always wanted.
P.S. Spencer, Clara, if you're reading this... this doesn't mean you're off the hook next year. :)