My morning started off with breakfast in bed. Actually, that’s not entirely true. My morning started with a 7 AM phone call from my brother (amplified by my iPhone dock — which was on FULL volume). That’s another story however. I silenced the call in snooze like fashion, rolled over, and returned to sleep.
An hour later, YaYa arrived at my bedside with a large bowl full of milk. There was some cereal in the bowl too — just not a lot in comparison to the volume of milk. I thanked my blessings that YaYa made it up the stairs without spilling. I was quite pleased, having wondered if I’d enjoy any manner of Mother’s Day spoiling — now that the boy’s dad isn’t assisting and insisting. One look at YaYa’s face and I knew that he was pleased too. I ate up the cereal and called for a refill to go with the remaining milk.
Morning email consisted of a single message from BoBo who expressed his love and appreciation while admitting that the breakfast, coupons, and presents of prior years weren’t always of his doing. *smile* I knew that.
It sure would have been nice to see both my boys’ faces at my bedside. I’ve been enjoying the ease of caring for only YaYa but I’ve been missing my BoBo too. Especially on days like Mother’s Day where once more I can’t shake the feeling of having a broken family. As for being showered with gifts, that has really never been what it’s about for me. I think you will agree that these days are really about the love and appreciation. So, I was touched to read that BoBo felt that he and I were closer than many of his friends’ relationships with their mothers. BoBo’s final words “I love you” brought a smile and tear.
