I’m all about holidays since becoming a mom. Even the ones I poo-pooed the most in my pre-mom days I now embrace on an ‘oh boy we can do art projects’ level (I’m looking at you Valentines Day). So with Mom’s Day rolling around we got out the construction paper and made some pretty sweet paper flower pots (yes, old Easter grass does have a use after all) complete with purple flowers created by my daughters adorable handprints. It was mom-errific. I know I’m a mom that needs to have her day too but I’ve never been good at that. Similarly, when my birthday rolls around I panic and forget what I want in the wake of saying, “Aw I don’t need anything.” which only goes to show how much I’m turning into my own mother. So when my husband badgered me to tell him what the heck to do this Mother’s Day, I was of course, stumped. We’ll keep it simple which is fine by me then later I’ll pathetically regret not asking for something more elaborate and attempt to try & remind myself next year, which wont happen.  read more »