Being such a busy day for my family on Saturday made it all the more remarkable that I saw the flowers on the front stoop during a short time we were home. I stopped the car as we were leaving to retrieve them, reading the unsigned note that read, “Happy Mother’s Day…to a great mother!” Who were these beautiful flowers from?
My husband is once again out of town, and my girls are too young (and too poor) to have done this on their own, a fact they confirmed with me. Perhaps it was my friend who knows this to be true, and whom also had just been to the flower market herself. A text of “Did you do it…?” resulted in a “no,” and I don’t think she’d pull my leg on this one. So maybe it was another friend who not long ago tried to anonymously deliver May Day greetings (we caught her) – but again, nope, it wasn’t her family either.
My curiosity is very strong and I’m tempted to ask around until I find out. But not only would that just be weird (“Did you send me flowers? No? How about you?), I finally decided that not knowing is ok. Somebody was very thoughtful and I was the lucky recipient of such kindness.
Without their Dad here on Mother’s Day to help them along, my girls did make me lovely homemade cards and banners expressing their love and gratitude. And I was served a breakfast in bed, consisting of a cold Pop Tart, pomelo and orange slices, and honey water (more honey than water). They even gave me a “gift” I asked for during the day – not to fight over petty things or push each other’s buttons, which only result in pushing mine. Any Mom would agree that those are pretty nice gifts to receive.
I’m still in awe of whomever it was that took the time to brighten my Mother’s Day by letting me know I’m doing a good job. The gift of such a mystery makes me smile, and this Mom certainly appreciated it.
Happy day-after Mother’s Day to all the Moms out there!
