Stack of Plates

I wrote this on Mother's Day 2016 and never published it. Today it seems appropriate. Last night around 9 pm my husband did his yearly Mother's Day Eve run to the store while my kids watched movies and played some games. The Mother's Day anxiety began to well up in me as I witnessed it. My kids now range from age 22 down to 10, surely one of them would think about Mother's Day of their own volition. As I silently observed the unfolding of the impending 'groundhogs day' I was about to participate in for yet another year, seeds began to grow in my heart. Seeds of doubt, frustration, and sadness. Seeds that said, " you have failed your children if they can't think to do something, ANYTHING on their own to honor their mother on the one day of the year that the rest of the ungrateful world figures out how to thank their mothers."   Now my kids and husband are some of the most grateful and thoughtful people I know, but for some reason on THIS day there...