Over the weekend we hosted Mother's Day for Bruce's and my families. At first, we were met with opposition. When I wasn't around, Bruce's dad warned him, "Don't get used to it. We always had to travel to see our mothers on Mother's Day." My mother reacted similarly, hemming and hawing about coming over until a couple days before.
It was another annoying instance of the elder generation being difficult and not trying to understand our view. We literally moved in three days before; the last thing we wanted to do was leave our new place! Plus, we haven't had our own home in over a year. Moreover, we LIVED with Bruce's parents! For a year, neither set of parents had to visit us or leave their houses. I don't think we were asking too much from them.
The night before, Bruce, his sister, and I finished arranging the kitchen, dining room, and living room. I unpacked my precious china and other special knick-knacks and put them away. I was thrilled to find that there were no casualties from the move.Bruce let me sleep in on Mother's Day. When I came downstairs, seeing our place with all our things in the morning light made it truly feel like home.
I received a delivery of a gorgeous vase of tulips from Emmie (with help from her father), among other thoughtful gifts. I didn't have to lift a finger all day. Outside, the sun shined brightly from a clear blue sky. I felt like a queen in her castle.
The day turned out very nice. Emmie was her happy, charming self, and all the grownups were amused by her antics. Bruce made an amazing brunch for me and his family. That evening, my brother and parents came over for dinner. Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves. Both mothers thanked us earnestly, so I think we did a job well done.
I couldn't have wished for a happier second Mother's Day, sharing it with my beautiful daughter and loving husband in our new home, surrounded by our families.
