Things weren’t going well. Haven’t been for a long time. Spring chores have fallen far behind. Among other issues, we have had a great deal of rain which grew weeds profusely while keeping me out of the garden. I was beginning to despair of having a garden this year.
Then came Mother’s Day and a convergence of generations–just ahead of the next round of storms.
One family arrived the night before and the other came that afternoon—eight in all. The gardens didn’t stand a chance. They were quickly weeded and planted.
The men hung new shelves and fixed an amazing dinner. Better Half replaced the small wooden ramp with concrete. Youngest son gave me a Blackberry Curve. Youngest Son #2 surprised all the women with flowers. The Grands colored pictures for my “art gallery.”
While Youngest Son’s wife was loading the dishwasher, I thanked her for all the help and reminded her that it was, after all, Mother’s Day and she should take some time off to enjoy it. Whereupon she replied, “That’s okay. I don’t want you to work today because you’re the Supreme Mother.” Well, the room went silent as everyone tried to figure out if she was praising me or cussing me. Either way, I didn’t care because it was followed by the kind of hug a daughter gives when she means “I love you.” And a lot of laughter.
Just a bit more proof of how very spoiled I am. And how grateful I am for it.