Posts Tagged ‘mothers day’
My house smells lemony fresh thanks to the Lime Maids who were here today for 2 1/2 hours cleaning from top to bottom. These ladies have been cleaning for me for years, and when they leave I am always soooo happy. The hubby is too!
I feel completely incapable of replicating that sparkling clean result that they always leave behind, and I know my attempt at a whole house cleaning would last much longer than 2 1/2 hours. It’s a wonderful gift each month to have them here in my home.
So since the Lime Maids are definitely one of my favorite things, and since some of you specifically said that the gift of house cleaning would make your Mother’s Day just that much more special, I’m happy to let you know that one reader will receive a free house cleaning, compliments of the Lime Maids.
Entering is easy…just tell us here how long you’ve been celebrating Mother’s Day, and you’ll automatically be entered to win a free cleaning! Winner will be selected next week.
Good luck & happy Mother’s Day to you!
Mother’s Day Just Weeks Away
In a few weeks I’ll celebrate Mother’s Day for the seventh time.
It might sound terrible to say, but at the end of the day for each of those past Mother’s Days, I’ve told myself “Next year what I really want is the entire day off.”
While I do love being showered with presents (at the crack of dawn), feasting on kid-cooked breakfasts (that I get to clean up), and being treated to fancy restaurant meals (where I struggle to keep my children entertained at the table), it has crossed my mind for six years that the perfect gift for a mother might be a few hours where she doesn’t have to mother anyone.
So I decided to remind myself this year that a day off was my one and only request. Of course that means either I would have to leave the house or they would, because if I’m anywhere near the family, I’m in charge, I’m needed and I am wanted.
But now that we’re just a few weeks away from Mother’s Day, a funny thing has happened. My kids don’t get up at the crack of dawn anymore. In fact, almost every day lately I wake up before they do.
And now that Mallory is in school until 3 each day, I kind of feel like I don’t see enough of her.
And my baby boy who used to follow my every step can play quietly in his room for a long, long time.
Things have changed quite a bit for us since last Mother’s Day. And sometimes, when I’m holding my boy’s hand, I imagine him as a teenager who doesn’t need a hand to hold, and I have to fight back a tear.
So I won’t be taking the day off on May 13th. In fact, I’ve started to think that the perfect gift just might be another baby…….
The Flower Fields at Carlsbad Ranch®
The hills are alive with the sound…wait, that’s not right. But the hills ARE alive with
breathtaking beauty at the Flower Fields at Carlsbad Ranch®!
The Flower Fields were originally cultivated by horticulturist, Luther Gage, in the
1920’s. The 90-year, rich history of the fields is very interesting and lengthy, but in the
end, Paul Ecke Jr. joined forces with grower Mellano & Company to purchase the land
and create what we now refer to as The Flower Fields at Carlsbad Ranch®. Mr. Ecke
knew that tourism was the key to supporting this beautiful local landmark.
In my 10 years in the San Diego area, I had never been to the flower fields until this
season. Boy, was I missing out. After a slow start to the season, the colors are even
more intense and breathtaking than usual. With over 80 million blooming flowers, it
really is absolutely beautiful.
One of the greatest surprises was the number of kid-friendly activities. In addition to the large playground, there is a Sweet Pea Maze, gem mining, tractor wagon rides, rose and theme gardens, a tadpole pond and picnic areas. If you only have time to do one thing at The Flower Fields take some photos of your family in the fields. The colors are just magnificent and our daughter loved being right in the middle of flowers taller than her!
Season: March 1st – May 12th
Open 7 days a week, 9am-6pm
There is free parking every day and food sales on the weekends.
Seniors 60+: $10
Kids 3-10: $6
Kids 3-10: $3
Bonsai Show and Sale: May 11& 12th
Mother’s Day Celebration: May 12th
With just a few weeks left, it is definitely worth your time to make the trip up to Carlsbad for this beautiful site to see!
This post brought to you by the wonderful Sarah Nguyen.
The Invisible Mom, Building Cathedrals
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I’m on the phone and ask to be taken to the store.
Inside I’m thinking, ‘Can’t you see I’m on the phone?’ Obviously not; no one can see if I’m on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all.
I’m invisible. The invisible Mom. Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this? Some days I’m not a pair of hands; I’m not even a human being. I’m a clock to ask, ‘What time is it?’ I’m a satellite guide to answer, ‘What number is the Disney Channel?’ I’m a car to order, ‘Right around 5:30, please.’
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude – but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She’s going, she’s going, she’s gone!
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, ‘I brought you this.’ It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe .
I wasn’t exactly sure why she’d given it to me until I read her
inscription: ‘To Charlotte , with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.’
In the days ahead I would read – no, devour – the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great cathedrals we have no record of their names.
These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, ‘Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it.’ And the workman replied, ‘Because God sees.’
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, ‘I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make everyday, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you’ve done, no sequin you’ve sewn on, no cupcake you’ve baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can’t see right now what it will become.’
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride. I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on.
The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don’t want my child to tell the friend he’s bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, ‘My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.’ That would mean I’d built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, ‘You’re gonna love it there.’
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we’re doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
I love this story by Nicole Johnson, a bestselling author and speaker who has served as the Women of Faith dramatist for over 10 years. She is also the founder of Seasons Weekend, a retreat for thirsty souls everywhere. For more information about Nicole, visit www.FreshBrewedLife.com.