A breach of protocol

I know the protocol for Mother's Day blog posts is write about what an honor and a gift it is to be a mom. Leave it to me to break protocol. A good percentage of my posts are written on this subject, so why be redundant? I'm just gonna fill you in on how the day was . . .

My first mother's day as a mom was very low key . . . Just the way I like it. I've always thought we have it a little backwards. I think moms should be honored on their kids' birthdays . . . you know, for bringing a human being into the world. And kids should be honored on mother's day . . . you know, for bringing a mother into the world. But no one listens to me.

On Sunday, Kyle and Jack let me sleep a bit longer than usual, while they made a trip into town for McDonald's breakfast. I'm pretty sure the gas to get in there cost more than the actual food, so I appreciated it quite a bit. I love breakfast from McDonalds. They went shopping last week and got me a new pair of sunglasses (to replace the ones I lost a week or two ago . . . shocking, I know). They also got me a movie that I really wanted. Seriously, Kyle is great at remembering things that I need and/or ask for . . . sometimes I don't even remember asking for anything until I open the gift.

At church, Jack cried when I dropped him off at the nursery. He rarely does this, but it made me feel as loved and adored as all of the other mothers whose kids do that every week. Maybe he pulled out the tears just for mother's day. Wasn't that nice of him?

We went to dinner at Kyle's parents house and spent some time with his family. Afterward, we went home and just relaxed. Like I said . . . low-key.

By the way, if Jack had been born when I was hoping he'd be born, we would have celebrated his first birthday yesterday.