Yesterday I was able to spend time with all three of my children together. We celebrated Mother’s Day at my sister-in-law’s house (the aunt) with my mother-in-law (the grandma) and of course my husband (the dad) and brother-in-law (the uncle).<\/p>\n

We had a cookout, each of my kids gave me a card, and we took pictures together that my children even tagged me in on social media by their own accord. For me, it was a perfect day.<\/p>\n

I know lots of moms who need more. They feel overlooked if they don’t get flowers and presents and pampering. That’s not necessarily bad, it’s just not me. I struggle with excess attention (seems weird since I have my own website). I don’t like being the center of attention. \u00a0I’m not particularly shy, and I can lead and be in front of people, I just don’t like being “made over”. Acknowledge me, give me a hug, a card (presents not necessary except at Christmas), and love me throughout the year. That’s the best for me.<\/p>\n

Please don’t misunderstand, I’m not one of those people who dislike “Hallmark Holidays”. I do not boycott any of them. I don’t want them to be ignored. I simply do not want a big fuss. I was trying to figure out why, and then I remembered that my mother was the same way. She appreciated being remembered, liked being acknowledged, enjoyed gifts, and was always ready to receive a hug. But she didn’t like a big fuss made, and it occurs to me that I’m more like my mom than I realized.<\/p>\n

I miss you Mom, thanks for the reminder that even though you are gone, I am still your daughter.<\/p>\n

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