Mother’s Day

This week I feel as though I have been bombarded by articles, advertisements and promos about Mother’s Day.  So many that I feel overwhelmed.  I was asked four times today what I am doing for Mother’s Day.  Um, well, I don’t know.  I am working, I know that.  My mom has invited herself for dinner at my house.  So, I guess that is what I am doing.  And, I am happy with that.  More than happy.  I am not sure if it is because I am a working mom, or because I have a wonderful husband who lets me take time for “me” whenever possible, or maybe because I feel so blessed to have my two boys I am not too worried about how we spend the day. 
Recently, a friend remarked that she is always the one preparing dinner for her mom on Mother’s Day and wishes that she could have a night off.  I nodded in agreement, but inside thought just how happy I am to make Sunday about my mom and celebrate her.  She is a true miracle.  A survivor of cancer twice (two different kinds), I feel lucky that she is here this Mother’s Day.  Here to share in the joy of my boys, here to have a meal with us, here to read her grandchildren a bedtime story.  While I support the many women who have chosen this year to not observe Mother’s Day for many reasons (#NoMother’sDay), I am going to find a way to honour my mom because there will be a day when she is not here but right now she is and that is truly a reason to celebrate.