This Mother's Day my daughter gifted me a bouquet of flowers. She went to the flower shop with my husband and was not satisfied with any of the prepared bouquets, she went through the containers of flowers and hand selected each stem. She chose flowers to represent each of our family members and had a reason why I would like each. The florist did the best job she could pulling these very different stems together. I found myself teary when she gave it to me (and cried A LOT later at her thoughtfulness). She hugged me tight after giving me the flowers and said, "Happy Valentine's Day Mommy, you are a perfect Mommy!". (Yes, she said Valentine's Day :).
The piece that really got me thinking was "...a perfect Mommy..."
My 'Mommy' passed away when I was ten. At ten she was perfect to me. Upon reflection, I never knew 'Patricia', I knew 'Mommy'. While I am incredibly grateful for this perfect soul, forever living in my heart and mind, I am desperate for my little ones to grow up to know the imperfect me. I want them to see my joys and my challenges. I want them to see me face down in the sand and how I rise from the fall. I want them to see my vulnerable, true self.
My Mother's Day wish is much like the bouquet my daughter gifted me; perfectly imperfect. Perfectly Imperfect is how I hope in 10, 20, and 30 years my children will see and know me.
What is your Mother's Day wish?