Fumbling toward ecstasy... - One Beautiful Life

ec·sta·sy/ˈekstəsē/Noun

1. An overwhelming feeling of great happiness or joyful excitement.

While I am not sure if ecstasy is the right word, fumbling definitely is. It will come. It will come if I let it.

Friday was a good start. I went over to a friend’s where I had a little pampering and a fresh coat of polish put on my fingers and toes. Then I headed out to the Ballet.

When I had gone to the dress rehearsal for the opening ceremonies of the Winter Olympics in Vancouver I was completely skeptical and uninterested but my brother was playing a part in it and had given me one of his free tickets. Needless to say, I was blown away….by one piece in particular. The members of the Alberta Ballet and Ballet BC danced to a song by Sarah McLachlan and my heart of stone melted. I think I may have even cried. So when I heard that she was working with Alberta Ballet to create a full Ballet I knew I had to go. I’ll leave my in depth critique for those who want to hear it but I have to give a standing ovation to the producers, Sarah and the artists of Alberta Ballet for doing a great job and making Ballet relevant in such precarious times.

The next day it was Jakob’s turn at wide-eyed wonder. A friend had given us tickets to A Day Out With Thomas. Thank you dear friend.

It was a little touch and go at first. I wondered if we would even make it on the train. My little dude is so brave on the inside and is so enthusiastic about life, but he knows his limits and sticks to them.

We were there with plenty of time before our train left so we so we took our time exploring Heritage Park for the first time. Most of the regular buildings and shops were closed, but one in particular was worth it all for Jakob. A huge model train display, complete with Radiator Springs. We watched the trains for almost a half hour before we convinced Jakob that there were other things just as exciting to see.

And when it came our turn to ride behind Thomas, Jakob was ready. He did great!

We finished off the day with a little puddle jumping, and then it was home to bed.

~~It is on days like Saturday that~~ I love being a mom…I do. I know I don’t talk about it a lot, or gush over all the little details, but I see them and I celebrate them. My children never fail to amaze me as I watch God shape their little hearts, as they learn about the world around them and as we celebrate big victories and little ones. And I guess I have discovered that this is what mother’s day is about. Celebrating being a mom.
I didn’t have the greatest day on Sunday and it is because of the expectation. I would rather there just not be a specific day that we celebrate moms, because not only should we celebrate everyday but when everyone celebrates on the same day then you have to read and hear about the all special treatment that everyone else gets on Mother’s Day whilst you serve your kids up leftover chicken strips. Not only that but I would have truly liked to be there to celebrate my mom and grandma in person. I would have given anything to be able to sit and have Sunday tea with them as I think that is the best way to honour them.
Tea is a legacy. A legacy that they have instilled in their children and grandchildren. It is where we connect, laugh, love and cry (or we would if we weren’t such a hard bunch). It is what I miss the most about not living near them. A loneliness never fails to set in at 3pm if I am alone, with no one to share tea.
My mom and my grandma are the heart of tea. They are the movers and the shakers of my life, the pillars, the examples, the mentors. I am so thankful for them. Happy Mother’s Day.