As a crazy busy, full time working Mom (and recent Grandma), I really look forward to Mother’s Day. The idea that the day is all about “me” is a relaxing thought. Often unrealistic, but I’m always optimistic. My wishlist for the day has always been pretty basic: a cup of coffee in bed, accompanied by a child-made breakfast, which can range from a bowl of cereal to a plate of cookies, and of course, a homemade card. Ideally this is also a day where everyone is nice to me and each other.
As I read this fun article from Houzz (while sitting at my desk at 7:30 am on a tired Monday after a busy Sunday), I wondered if I dare raise my expectations to a more ambitious Mother’s Day. I am reminded of what we did for my Mom as kids, which started with “watery eggs and burnt toast”, according to her recollections, and included planting the outdoor flower pots. She was not critical of our color selections, and was thrilled to save her nails from the dirt. This idea greatly appeals to me since I am never in possession of a decent pair of gardening gloves.
The other ideas, like helping set up technology, re-organizing a closet and even just relinquishing control of the remote—these made me laugh and might actually make it onto this year’s wishlist. My oldest son could easily clean up the files on my home laptop and make sure it is syncing with the office computers. My second son could make sure the Sonos music system is working on the wireless speakers outside so I can enjoy a sunny day in a lounge chair. My fashionable daughter would do a fabulous (and ruthless) job weeding out everything in my closet that she hopes to never see me wear again! My youngest son, who is my biggest helper on a daily basis, would not be horrified at the idea of collecting the “bombs” left by our dog around the yard. Nothing ruins Mother’s Day more quickly than Mom “stepping in it.” And perhaps the baby (19 months and into EVERYTHING) would agree to not remove the batteries from the remote and then hide it. Or maybe we just hide the remote from him.
The perfect ending to the day would be a family dinner. Take out, leftovers, or a gourmet creation by my talented husband—it’s all the same to me, as long as I see smiles of those who make me grateful to be a Mother.