Mother’s Day is my most favourite day of the year.  Really.  I love it.  And my hubby works hard to ensure that the boys “get it” (which – can I say – is so amazingly lovely for the mom). 

Just before my first son was born I read:  “A woman never truly knows love until she has a son”.

How true.  Volumes have been written about the mother-son relationship.  Freud used it for the basis of his most famous theory.  The mother is the first woman the son will ever love.  Yikes – lots of pressure there to get it “right”.

So, my day started with a leisurely sleep-in … well, not those “sleep-in days” of old where I rolled my single-self out of bed around 11 – and sometimes 1:00 pm, depending upon the festivities of the night before.  Ahhh… those were the days when… hey-wait – that’s a whole other blog folks.  

So – where was I – ah, yes:  Mother’s Day.  Slept in until 8:30 am and then was greeted with three shining faces and the chance to have a snuggle (affectionately called a “snug” in our house) one at a time.  Luxury.  No spa compares to this feeling.  Truly. 

Then mayhem breaks out.  Soon thereafter someone yells because they’ve been accidentally kicked / kneed / elbowed or otherwise hit in the privates.  The baby wants to nurse (simply because he’s in the general proximity of “me” – not because he’s hungry at all).  My super-testosteroney four-year-old is launching his body at me, ready for his time. Voices get elevated (because, of course, whoever is loudest wins – theoretically).  I’m refereeing.  

Hubby is standing at the foot of the bed and smiling.  Yes – this is really what it’s all about and I love it.

Later that night when I have my bedtime snuggles (yes, we snuggle a lot in our house) my middle-boy wraps his chubby little arms around my neck, his fingers twirling my hair, nuzzles in and says “I love you soooooo much mamma”  - better than chocolate.  And my 8-year old, who is so amazingly and intensely emotional is in a good space right now and tells me “Come here mommy for a great big snuggle…” arms held wide open.  Who can say no? 

8:00 pm – I’ve teasingly told my hubby that Mother’s Day isn’t over yet, and boy – would I ever love a cup of tea.  All three boys are in bed and we settle down to watch Ugly Betty (can’t live without my PVR).  No hockey tonight.  I milk this for as long as humanly possible, or at least 11:59 pm.  

9:00 pm – baby is up.  Sometimes I wonder how that baby survives on the little amount of sleep his body gets.  No luck – he’s up for now.  At 10:00 I kiss my DH goodnight.  Thank him for a lovely day.  And thank him for his role in making me a mommy.  It is truly the greatest gift in my life – those boys.  Sweet smiles.  Angelic sleeping faces.  I kiss them each goodnight again and go to bed.  Yes, the responsibility of motherhood is huge.  Monumental even – especially if you take this job seriously. I wouldn’t have it any other way.  And so now I go to sleep … for at least 2 hours until my darling baby boy awakens … again.