Let me begin by saying, in my opinion, merely giving birth does not entitle anyone to celebrate this day. For one, a “mom” must do right by her children. We can all think of two notable exceptions of women who failed miserably. To me, they have no business being wished a “Happy Mother’s Day”.
For Sue, well, she is a wonderful mom. Loving. Caring. Nurturing. Her sacrifices for her children are too many to even remember, yet she always held them accountable. Really, her approach to parenting is a perfect mix. She defines being a mom. Ryan and Kari love her so much.
I wish there was a way to end the grief she will inevitably feel on-and-off today. I suspect she will find herself alternating between joy and sadness. Actually, as I think about this, she will likely feel both simultaneously when she reflects upon the “happy” times. This just seems like a volatile mix…
The one thing that always struck me as awesome about Sue on Mother’s Day is she never made the day about her! She wanted to make it memorable for the kids. She would ask them what they wanted to do (and I obediently followed along). This would typically end up with her on a baseball field playing kickball, or shooting hoops in the driveway, or snapping pictures , or having a family picnic.
This year, like last, will be different. I will say it is much nicer being at home (and not in a hospital) for her today. As for me, I’ll do my best to make her day a happy one. I’ve already begun trying, as it turns out, by staying up with Ryan last night (another night without nurses care!). I hope she is having sweet dreams right now.
Update 9:30 AM
Sue came down shortly after I posted (above). She had a rough night, telling me she was “thinking about everything”. I know exactly what she means. Those are the all-to-common nights when the brain refuses to give you any peace. It’s torture. Pure torment.
She sat with me on the love seat we have in Ryan’s room. Mostly, this is occupied by the nurse at night and not used during the day. Then she curled-up in a ball, laid her head on my lap and fell asleep. I slipped from under her and got Ryan up for the day.
Without missing an opportunity, Duke was on the scene. He snuggled right in.
Now, you must know this is not Duke’s preferred position. He was just cramped for space. You see, he likes to lay around (and sometimes on) her head.
Really! I’m not joking!