What a great day! Bob had made me a beautiful Mother’s Day breakfast early in the morning of scrambled eggs with goat cheese and a toast with lots of cards from him and Sophia (our dog), my son Jim, daughter-in-law Leslie, grandsons Alex and Gideon (15 1/2) and their two adorable Westies, Luna and Aspen , and last but not least daughter Terry. Jim’s sons are so sweet and tall now too.
I love any excuse to be with them. They all came up at about 12:00 p.m. It was a first time experiment with the dogs and they were perfect. Our Sophia greeted them with elegance, a little disdain and finally broke down and enjoyed herself. I had their favorite egg salad and guacamole snack waiting for them while we opened MD gifts and cards and then off we went to Tydes Restaurant for lunch. It was a gorgeous day, just the right temperature - - a little breezy with bright sun. Everyone walked to the restaurant, except Bob and me, with injuries we drove.
I felt lucky, happy, and yes, I have to admit I felt a little sad and a little old. Here I was the baby of my original family and now I was celebrating my Mother’s Day, as the grandmother with my children in their middle age with their children.
What a rapid, wonderful ride life is! We can’t afford to not pay attention for a minute because too many wonderful moments will slip by. One of the most fun things we did was face time with our granddaughter, Tess, (Terry’s daughter, a freshman at Northwestern), so she could be with us for the party. She told us she was going to her sorority’s prom next week and tried on a few outfits so we could help her decide which dress and shoes. It was so great being in her dorm room with her, and yet being here in SB with us at the same time. We then took our dogs for a walk to the beach, which when through we said goodbye with kisses and hugs as they all piled in their cars.
Well, what was sad you ask? Not really sad, but more nostalgic, thinking of Mother’s Days with my mother, wishing she could know my kids all grown up and my grandchildren. She would have loved them, and they her. My kids were 6 and 8 when she left this world for the next, but they still remember that great powdery smell she had. So do I.
I think of her often. She would have loved this Mother’s day.
It was her kind of party!