Saturday was my special day. Tim took James and a couple of friends to a Sounders game. I worked out, Tim treated me to a massage, went shoe shopping, then folded laundry…..alone.
Mother’s Day is kind of an odd day for me for a couple of reasons. First, Tim always asks me what I want to do. I understand that he wants the day to be exactly what I want it to be, but a small part of me wants him to just surprise me.
Being a Mom, at least for me, means making a lot of decisions and then worrying about the consequences, even with little stuff. What to wear, what to eat, is having fourths too much, when to nap, nap together or alone, are we practicing spelling and numbers enough, am I being to strict, not strict enough, how do I tell him that talking about tiger penises with his friends at school probably isn’t appropriate- agh! STOP! On this special day, I’d like to not have to make any decisions, or to even think to be honest. Well, I guess I don’t mind having to decide if those sandals make my butt look fat or not.
Second, I usually spend Mother’s Day alone. While not having to worry about anyone else’s needs but my own is lovely, it struck me as odd that I tend to spend this day by myself. The unsettled feeling deepened as I watched groupings of mothers and daughters, and gaggles of friends sitting together waiting for their spa appointments. But it is what I chose, and I’m sure this situation isn’t unique.
Regardless of how you choose to spend your day, Happy Mother’s Day to all you incredible ladies out there! I’m off to have a squirt gun fight with James….outside…. in the sun….NOWUH!