Monday, May 12, 2008

Simple, Single Pink Rose

Hormones seem to come into play around middle age and I often wonder if that's good or bad. Mother's Day was no exception to the rule. I hate when my hormones are this way. One minute laughing hysterically at any and everything and the next a sobbing red nosed mess with tissues all around. No matter how many times I try explaining how I feel to trucker he quite honestly never seemed to understand. He always ended up blaming himself for my crying and thinking he has done something wrong in one way or another. I think he finally understood yesterday that it is not something I can help and most assuredly would like to not happen.

My Mother's Day started out in a grand way with trucker bringing me breakfast in bed along with my coffee. This started an avalanche of hormones flowing and I laughed and cried all at the same time. He at first thought he hadn't cooked something right or made a mistake of some sort. After explaining once again "it's just hormones" we both laughed again.

The day progressed like any day on the weekend here. Housework to be done, meals to be cooked and other chores done by all. All the kids wished me well and went about their usual activities. I never heard from my own son however and this did make those damn hormones that much worse. I tried for the most part of ignore it, to let the feelings go and just bury them deep inside and suffocate them out. For the most part this worked if I stayed busy and didn't think about it.

I cooked a large family meal (yeah, something most other mothers get done for them on this day) and we went to sit down to eat together in our dining room. Rug Rat 2 asked if he could wait a minute before sitting down. No problem we told him "what's up." He went out of the room and came back with a single pink rose in a vase and handed it to me, all the while grinning from ear to ear in his sweet way. My eyes welled up with tears as I reached out to hug him close and thanked him for what he had taken the time to do for me. That single simple pink rose meant more to me than anything anyone had done or could have done. In that moment I forgot about how my own birth son had forgotten the day and cried for the joy that this, my second son had given me. His simple act of a single rose being given to me reminded me that even though he may not be my birth child he is my child in heart.


Mental P Mama said...

He absolutely is your son. Bless his heart! Happy belated Mother's Day!

Meg said...

Awwh sweetie! That made ME cry! Must be in the air...the hormone thing!

QueenofPlanetHotflash said...

Yep the hormonies got to me too, my son didn't call either. I am to the point that I really dislike special days, I get too disappointed by my expectations or what I wish the day would be
A Pink Rose...thats so very sweet and special, shows he appreciates your being there as his Mom in every way

forsythia said...

Life has its moments, doesn't it? Blessings on the Pink-Rose Boy. My live-in 99-year-old mother, actually my step-mother, said, for the 50th time this spring, "I am nobody's mother." I wonder who she thinks I am?

Snooty Primadona said...

I'm so sorry your son didn't call you. That just breaks my heart. Someday, he'll wish he had.

Treasia said...

Mental Mama-He grows on me more everyday that little bugger. haha.

Meg-Sorry to have made you cry. I had to get it out myself.

Queen-I am so much like you about the expectations and what I think the day should be. From now on out I am going to try so hard to think of it as just another day and go with the flow.

Forsythia-At least you have the excuse of your mother's age for it. You can chalk it up to that.

Snooty-Someday he will start calling his mother more. At least I hope so.

"JEANNELLE" said...

Really nice story......its an authentic heartwarmer when kids do things like that.

Yes, that hormone thing is frustrating......fortunately, my tears come mostly when I'm alone, driving or on a walk. But, sometimes the tears will start when I'm in random conversations with people here or there. They must think I'm nuts.

In the past couple months, I've started getting the "power surges" (I love your lightning photo!).

Jamie said...

Chivilary is not dead it's mearly hidden deep down inside the male population....But it seems that your little man gets in touch with it pretty often!