We had a brutal Mother’s Day. Our kids were so whiny and demanding that my husband shutdown all communication with the world. When I finally got out of bed at 8 a.m. (slept in!), he didn’t respond when I spoke to him (nothing new there) and his eyes were glazed over. Not dissimilar to a beaten dog. In the chaos of it, he forgot our lunch reservation at Cherry Point Vineyards. Add panic to moodiness and you’ve got yourself a recipe for a lovely Mother’s Day.
One of the benefits of child car seats is the kids are legally restrained. Turn up the sing-a-long songs in the rear speakers and you can create some air time for adult conversation. By the time we drove through the Cherry Point Vineyards gates and saw fluffy newborn goslings, flanked by their watchful parents, waddling towards the reservoir, we were all a little more calm.
I’d reserved a table at the Bistro at Cherry Point for my Mother’s Day lunch because I’d heard some wonderful things about the new owners and that the food was good, though pricey. The prices are definitely not low, but if you order creatively, you can enjoy delicious food without feeling the heat on your credit card. The appetizers are big enough to order as a main course, which is what I did. I ordered the Caesar Salad with Prawns and Scallops. Scrumptious! Not overly dressed (hate it when my lettuce in drowning in creamy dressing) and the croutons were the best I’ve ever tasted. The prawns and scallops were warm and cooked perfectly. Paired with fresh bread and a glass of Cherry Point’s Coastal White, it was heavenly.
Afterwards, the disastrous start to the day was forgotten as we laid on the grass in the sun-drenched courtyard watching the kids run barefoot and free. I laid my head on my husband’s lap and we had peace for just a moment. I closed my eyes, felt the sun on my face, heard giggles in the distance. This is more like it, I thought. Happy Mother’s Day to me…
…and then the moment passed and the kids started to whine so we left. The rest of the day looked much like the start of it. “That was one of the worst days we’ve had,” my husband said when the kids were tucked into their beds. Of all days.