Happy Mother’s Day!

I am pretty easy to please, and I make it effortless to do so by communicating EXACTLY what I want for Mother’s day.  The Husband was quite appreciative of the phone call I made to him the other day:

Me: Hi honey, I want to tell you what I want for Mother’s Day.
Him: Ok. Great.
Me:  I want you to let me sleep in & then I want you and The Boy to make me breakfast in bed.  There is box pancake mix in the cupboard, all you have to do is add water.  The griddle pan is easy to use, make sure you spray it with non-stick spray.  I would like fruit also & juice and coffee.  Also, take The Boy outside to pick a flower for me, put it in the bud vase and put it on the tray.
Him:  Ok.  I can do that.
Me: Take The Boy out on Saturday to get me a card – let him pick it out.  He will probably make me one at school, but he will have already given that to me, so let him pick one out himself.
Him:  Great idea.  I can do that.
Me:  You will have time on Saturday morning because I’ll be at that 5K & you guys can eat breakfast and then go out to do that.
Him:  What are we doing for Mother’s Day … I mean, after breakfast.
Me:  Well, I’ll get up after that, and you can take a little nap (yes, I know, I’m the nicest wife in the Universe!) Then we’re going to mom’s house around 10:30 or 11 and we’ll have an early dinner – she’s making ribs & we’re bringing dessert.

Look, the truth is that I probably won’t “sleep in” any longer than I do on any other morning, because although The Husband gets up with The Boy, I can usually hear them and that wakes me up.  While it would be AWESOME to demand that it be SILENT in this house – that I not hear a peep & that immediately upon me waking up, I ring a tiny bell and be brought a Queen’s feast of a Greek Omelette made with egg whites, feta cheese, scallions and tomatoes, along with home fries and a bloody mary & some coffee, and then upon finishing my breakfast a limousine whisks me away to my favorite spa for half a days worth of treatments with my girlfriends, and then wine tasting … Yeah, while that would be awesome, it’s just not realistic.

And I’m totally ok with that.  It sounds fun, but it sounds like my old life – the one I had before I became a mom.  To me, the beauty & fun of mother’s day is spending it with my family.  For a long time, all I wanted was to be a mother, and now that I am, I cherish it.  Even in the midst of an epic meltdown, a cat puking, stepping in a pee accident while the phone rings with an automated telemarketer on the other end, I’m happy.   I don’t take what I have for granted.  I worked hard to get here and sometimes while my old life might sound more carefree and fun, the truth is, it doesn’t compare to an impromptu hug and kiss from The Boy where he looks up at me lovingly and says, “I love you all the way to Neptune and back, mama.”

The only thing I ask is that I don’t have to be 100% the caretaker that day.  But that makes me chuckle as I write those words, because when The Husband’s home, he is THE BEST.  I love co-parenting with him. He’s a great dad & a wonderful husband, and we’re a great team.  And I’m not just saying that because he sometimes stops in to read this blog!  It’s true!

As a matter of a fact, Mother’s Day started early for me … The doorbell rang last night while I was getting ready to go out & a huge, gorgeous bouquet of flowers arrived, (totally unexpected!)  The card read: Happy Mother’s Day to the Fairly Good Mother.  Love, The Husband & The Boy.

Flowers for Me | The Fairly Good Mother

Happy Mother’s Day to all of you Moms!

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3 thoughts on “Happy Mother’s Day!

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