I looked forward to my first Mother’s Day with great anticipation and had planned a getaway with hubby and baby boy to a little B&B on the Eastern Shore of Maryland. We left Friday night and carried our sleeping little guy into the room, set up the pack and play, and then… disaster struck.
My husband came down with a terrible virus and was in miserable shape… somehow struggled through Saturday but at 7 AM Sunday we were back in the car, with me at the wheel heading home. I spent the rest of that day like any other day, took my son to the park, ran some errands…
I knew I was loved and appreciated even if there was not a big Kodak moment.
Since then I have kept my expectations pretty low as far as gifts and celebratory functions on Mother’s Day. I can’t really remember what I have done or received the past few years, but I know I have spent the holiday with family. This year we are visiting my 89-year-old grandmother, now with my two boys. She will get to enjoy seeing them, and I will enjoy seeing her enjoy them.
I take the opportunity to be proud of my kids and the job I’m doing as a Mom, rather than looking for a knee-jerk “thank you” or cheesy gift.
My verbal son tells me how much he loves me every day, and my baby gives me grand smiles. My husband tells me on a regular basis that he thinks I’m a great mom and my parents and in-laws do too.
Sure I’d enjoy some “me time” but as a working mom it’s actually an indulgence for me to spend a day being really in the moment with my kids… so that’s how I will be spending this Mother’s Day.
