More times than not we spend our days wishing them away or planning what we want the dream day to be.
More times than not we spend our days dreaming about past days and remembering them as good old days and wishing them back.
Wishing them back to relive to make a few changes or because hindsight saw them as what we dreamed them to be anyway, but were too busy living for the next moment that we missed them.
Not very often do we catch ourselves living in the moment. Enjoying what is happening at this very moment or taking advantage of a little free time and not worrying about the past or the future.
I am one of the statistics that does not know how to live in the moment.
I constantly worry about what is going to happen tomorrow, all the things I have on my plate to do because I do not know how to say no, or living in the past and remembering.
I dream of the perfect family, the picture perfect day, the heartwarming storybook holidays and I get frustrated when the picture doesn't turn out like it was envisioned.
But whenever you imagine what a day is going to be like and it doesn't turn out like you dreaded it was going to be, then life is good.
Every holiday I have high expectations of how the day's events are supposed to unfold and if they don't it turns into a disappointing day.
Mother's Day was no exception. My plan was to be remembered by my children-flowers would have been nice, but a card or a phone call would be okay, too.
A meal out would have been good then I wouldn't have had to cook and clean.
My husband had other ideas. I heard him on the phone inviting the kids for a huge Sunday dinner, which again sounded like enough food for an Army, and "no, don't bring anything we'll have it all" wasn't encouraging for me.
My mind's eye went to work. It was Mother's Day and I would be preparing, cooking, cleaning, exhausted and probably not even appreciated one little bit.
You know if my mind would stay out of my business I would be a whole lot better off.
My mind didn't, not for one second, see anything as it actually played out.
My husband did the preparing, the cooking, the serving, the cleaning up and I sat on the couch and enjoyed the day. I even challenged the grandkids in a few board games after receiving flowers, cards and gifts.
At the end of the day there had been phone calls from out-of-town children and more flowers delivered.
It was a good day.
My grandson who celebrated his birthday on Mother's Day remarked that I was so lucky because I had a birthday and five days later it was Mother's Day. "You get a whole lot of presents in five days."
Yes, I did and I'm sure my column from last week with the few subtle hints had nothing to do with their remembering because everything arrived right on time and they were genuine in their wishes.
After the big day, I gave into relaxing and forgetting about everything that had to be done or should have already been done the few days before.
It was a good week.
