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Mother's Day (well, holidays and birthdays too) tends to give me a little bit of anxiety. I don't know if it's the hype or the expectations or maybe a little bit of both. Last year's Mother's Day brought some stress and tears. I am both a perfectionist and a little bit of a control freak.
My first mistake was volunteering to take on the entire task of hosting our Mother's Day lunch at my house, food and all. I set a beautiful table and made a yummy lunch but at the expense of my sanity. (I do not recommend this, fellow moms.)
My second mistake was planning my own Mother's Day gift. (Deciding on your own gift for Mother's Day--never a good idea.) My grand plan was that the kids and hubby would work together with me to plant a gorgeous succulent garden on our property. It sounded so lovely. (In my mind...apparently not anyone else's.) So we began the labor and heavy lifting ensued. I wanted a giant tree stump and rock moved from one part of the property to the other. There was moaning, and maybe a few choice words. Then we started tilling the soil and planting all the goodies I bought and picked out for myself. Enter more grunts, whines, and "why are we doing this, when will this be over?". Oh dear, this had become a disaster. (See my darling middle child's face)
The garden turned out beautifully--but at the expense of my mother's heart. I was devastated. I felt like no one enjoyed the project. I even let my mind wander down the road of feeling unloved and unappreciated. I gave up... Which was EXACTLY what I needed to do. From the beginning.
You see, I made a terrible mistake. I took Mother's Day into my own hands. I took on the role as gift giver instead of recipient. I had expectations. Finally, I surrendered to the fact that you cannot force the people you love to perform. I was set free and so were they.