Putting the Happy in Happy Mother's Day
Yesterday marked my fifth Mother’s Day as a mom. I was delivered breakfast in bed -- my favorite, berry yogurt parfait -- with a side of snuggles and sweet voices saying “Happy Mother’s Day! Happy Mother’s Day, Mommy!” Then I was left to return to soul-satisfying sleep until my eyes popped open three hours later. Ahhhhhh! This is the one day a year I can hit snooze and pull the covers way up without a moment of guilt. This was my happiest Mother’s Day ever -- and the first on
Why I feel like a fraud on Mother’s Day.
This Mother’s Day, take a stroll down the card aisle at your neighborhood Rite-Aid and see what it means to be a mother: “Mom, you’re the best cook, the best teacher, the best nurse and the best listener anyone could ever hope for!” “Thank you for being the one who nurtured and cared for me -- and cheered me on through it all!” Mother’s Day celebrates moms who are in the trenches day after day, raising the kids, running the home, packing the lunches, planning the play dates,