I saw so many posts on Friday about lowering your expectations for Mother's Day weekend. On the one hand, I understood the sentiment -- as women, we sometimes build up how an experience should go and when it isn't perfect, we start to pick apart the day and our people and the gifts and it doesn't end well for anyone. On the other hand, it's hard not to have high expectations for a day that celebrates the core of who we [some of us] are. Our family had a very simple weekend, but it was exactly what I had hoped for, and reminded me why it is I love this mothering gig in the first place. Sophie had a friend over on Friday night and while they were upstairs playing, I got a call from my Grandmother. My Granmom is a spectacular woman -- I'll have to tell you about the time she turned me ...