This weekend I’ll be celebrating Mother’s Day with my mom and my daughter, as we travel up to Syracuse, NY for a couple of book events!
On Thursday, I’ll be speaking at an event for a local hospital that’s doing a huge NICU expansion to better meet the needs of families throughout the greater central New York area!
Both events feel so timely with the arrival of Mother’s Day weekend!
As I plan for travel, making sure I’m packing all I need, while at the same time ensuring all is taken care of at home, I got thinking about the role of Mom and all that entails.
In particular, the way we need to be so flexible, especially in times when all our planning doesn’t exactly go the way we intended!
I thought back to the time when Preemie was about to be published, and my publisher suggested I make a promo video for the book.
A videographer was arranged, a date was picked, and a basic concept for the video was created.
Lee, myself and the kids on the lake, just being us, just being together.
At ten o’clock the night before we were due to film, the letter I read to my daughter in the video came pouring through, and I knew it was meant to be a part of the video.
I was delighted to have received such a gift and felt it would really enhance the video.
Then at ten thirty, that same night, just as I’d finished writing that letter, the front door opened, bringing in a warm summer breeze, along with Lee and Tucker, who’d been spray painting boat parts in the garage…
And they were both BLUE – like Papa Smurf and Baby Smurf!
I had to hold on to the door frame to keep myself from falling over!
I had to unclench my fists before running over and punching Lee!
I had to take several deep breaths to keep myself from screaming!
And then I had to figure out how we were going to get out of this mess!
Every surface they touched on the way the shower turned blue. The shower curtain had to be thrown out.
An hour later, they were both wrapped in towels, shriveled and shaking – the hot water long gone, but they were mostly not blue.
Then the laughter began. Laughter that could not be stopped.
And I knew in that moment that much of the magic of motherhood comes from those unpredictable, unforgettable, messy moments!
To this day there’s still a blue handprint on the towel rack in the bathroom. For a while, I tried to scrub it off, but it wasn’t going anywhere. Now I look at it and just smile.
And remember. And rest assure, that it’s all perfect.
Messy and perfect.
And here’s the video to prove it!
May your Mother’s Day be full of memories, Magic, and maybe even a little messiness!
With love and blessings,