Mother's Day 2011

I’m feeling somewhat melancholy on this Mother’s Day. I don’t want to sound negative. But after all, the title of this blog is The Trials and Triumphs . . . . and I don’t always feel very triumphant. Some days are more of a challenge than others. This is the first year since my sons were born 16 years ago that I haven’t been with both of them on Mother’s Day.

On a positive note, Andrew and I drove to Natchitoches yesterday to see Eric and his mixed ensemble spring band concert. I did his laundry while I was there, and took him out to dinner. But darn, I failed to get someone to take a picture of me and the boys while we were together! It’s a tradition. Every year since they were born, I get my picture taken with my sons on Mother’s Day. (Read last year’s post here.)

I didn’t sleep well last night, had insomnia. I was keyed up after Andrew drove the whole two hours home from Natchitoches (but that’s another blog post.) Bob sailed in the Contraband Pirate Festival Regatta all day Saturday, and he awoke sore, stiff, and sun-burned. He wasn’t up to going to church. I finally roused Andrew out of bed and made it to church on time. No one said Happy Mother’s Day to me until Andrew noticed the sentiment on the fellowship hall projection screen.

“Oh yeah, happy mother’s day.”

“Thanks, Drew.”

On a positive note, upon returning home from church, I did receive two very nice cards; a sweet one from Bob and a funny one from Andrew.

This year, we had to improvise on the photo.


Thank goodness for Skype.

And I miss my mom. This is the fourth year in a row I haven’t seen her on Mother’s Day. On a positive note, I have the greatest Mom in the world and even when we’re not together, we know we love and miss each other and we’re still there for each other. My sisters, lucky for them, just happen to be a little bit more there.

On a positive note, Bob grilled burgers. He and Andrew washed my car. We took a nice walk. But my favorite part of the day was hearing Andrew play his saxophone in the praise band. And hearing Eric yesterday on his trumpet. I love seeing the talent these two boys possess. They make me incredibly proud to be their mother.


Not such a bad day after all! I hope all you mothers out there had a great day, too!