Celebrate The Small Things – A Blog Tour – May 12, 2014

I just found this AMAZING blog hop that fits in with my mantra of “Find the positive, in every situation, no matter how small.” It’s called Celebrate The Small Things. Celebrate The Small Things is a weekly celebration where we celebrate the happenings of the week, however small or large the item in question. I didn’t find it for last week. So I am playing catch-up and posting today. Hope you can join me in this weekly blog hop and keep that positive energy going.

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Yesterday was Mother’s Day.

The one day everyone raves about what their husbands and children do for them. Breakfast in bed. Homemade cards and crafts. Surprise visits. Dinner out or at the very least, cooked by anyone other than the Mom. Now that I’m in a community with other Veteran Caregivers, I see a different side of Mother’s Day. Many feel the same as I do. Left out. Just another day. Wishing that someone would make them the priority, or even an effort. But there were so many other posts out there where their veteran was blowing up, arguing, ignoring, leaving. These ladies were feeling that they weren’t important or loved or even recognized. Their day seemed so much worse than mine.

It made me take a step back and look at my day. Yes, sure I woke up like every other day. I laid in bed until TheBoy got up. TheHubs was already awake, downstairs watching TV after a night of insomnia. Yes, sure I had to remind both my son and my husband to wish me happy MomMom’s Day. But, hey, I got hugs and kisses. Yes, I made breakfast. And yes, hubs went to bed soon after we woke up. I managed to wake him up around noon and asked if he wanted to go with us to get groceries and TheBoy a new set of swim trunks. His pain level was pretty bad and I gave him two hours to see if it would calm down. Nope. As per usual, it remained high. So TheBoy and I went out by ourselves.

I had those bad thoughts, those selfish thoughts again. But I didn’t let them get to me. The guilt tried to creep in, too. But I pushed it aside and did what I needed to do. I did do something bad, though. I bought some cookies, some donuts, and also the items to make strawberry shortcake. I also bought Subway for dinner. Hey, it was Me Day, right?! 😛  I wanted to go to the salon and cut off all my hair but decided I wouldn’t put the boy through that. I also wanted to look for a new swimsuit for me too. That whole ordeal, for both of us, was a disaster. But we did have a little fun with hats (in which I bought him one).

I went over my day and all the posts I read regarding Mother’s Day. And you know what? I need to let go of those unrealistic expectations, those magical dreams of the perfect holiday, and just enjoy the small things. Count them and watch them pile up. Soon, it will be a HUGE mountain of positive.

My husband’s alive. He loves me. My son is alive. He loves me. TheBoy made me a Mother’s Day card with love. We were together at the store yesterday and had fun trying on hats. We were able to enjoy some good food. And we made it through another day. I’d call that a win.

Today’s my Wedding Anniversary. I got a Happy Anniversary and then it was off to work with me, off to school with TheBoy. I will go home knowing that I’m loved and cherished and not expect my perfect dream. Because, really, “perfect” is reserved for only one entity. God. And He blesses me everyday with all the love.

(Want a little more behind this story? Visit my other blog post about Holidays.)