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Mother’s Day Gift Ideas

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Are you the type that convinces the family to let you buy your own Mother’s Day gift?

I love all the hand-made cards, the crayon-drawn gift certificate booklets, and the crocheted bracelets, but when it comes to anyone spending money on me, I have finally gotten to the point that I ask my family to allow me to do the honors myself.

This year, with some of my blogging income, I got one of these for my own Mother’s Day gift:

Garmin step counter

(Please, ignore the hairspray residue.) It is the *Garmin Vivosmart HR step counter ($129), which keeps track of my steps, stairs, heart rate, shows my texts and phone calls, wakes me up in the morning, and controls the music on my phone.

I won’t comment on how mortified I was when my 8 year old was fiddling with it during the quietest moment in church on Sunday morning and decided to press “play” while I wasn’t paying attention. Let’s just say all my music isn’t altogether appropriate for sacred contemplation during church. (Think: Hamilton Cast Recording.)

small quick freeze ice cream maker

Here’s another nifty gift idea for under $40. My daughter requested a *small, quick freeze ice cream maker for her 8th birthday, and her grandmother got her this one. It only takes about 10 minutes to whip up a frozen treat for us. We all love it and use it weekly!

Another perfect Mother’s Day gift for a few more dollars than you would spend on the Garmin step counter would be *this Premium Starter Kit:New Premium Starter Kit3Our family uses these oils EVERY SINGLE DAY. Here is the recipe for the face cream I use each morning before I put on my makeup. Frankincense is SO good for the skin! Here is the spray we use whenever we are going to be outdoors so nothing will bug us. Here is the formula of essential oils my kids use every night as their “sleeping oils.”

What does your Mother’s Day usually look like?




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I see her walking over across her yard, down the little gully, green with clover, through the gate and into the field that leads to our yard. As the dogs and children run to greet her I make a patting motion for her to sit next to me on the big rocking chair on our front porch. She’s 84 and still adjusting to living alone. It’s been almost a year since he’s been gone, but it seems like just yesterday that he was listening to all her thoughts about the life she’s lived so far and the living she still has left to do.

The children have told me often recently that she repeats the same stories she has told them before whenever they go over to visit. I tell them to be patient because they are stories she needs to tell.

So we sit, and she tells me again for the 3rd or 4th time how devastated she was when her sister died and how her niece was a paraplegic and how lucky I am to have my children and how she came to own her German Shepherd.

She reveals some new things like how she never expected to spend her entire life childless and how regretful she is about that.

I listen patiently. These are stories she needs to tell.

She is just like the rest of us. She wants to be heard, to be understood, to be valued.

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