Now here’s a phrase that may or may not be one that brings great joy. In fact, I’m thinking next to Merry Christmas, this is one that’s terribly fraught with political time bombs. After all, not every one is a mom, has a mom, wants to be a mom, likes their mom, enjoys being a mom, etc.
Except for me.
The irony of all this is that for most of my life I was adamant that I was NOT going to be a parent. In fact, I informed most people it was impossible because the cat was allergic to children. Yet, I liked kids. So I figured I’d end up with someone and be a step-mom to his kids. Life, being life, turned out differently. I ended up with someone who really wanted children. By that time I was teaching and pretty sure I couldn’t do worse than what I’d seen other parents due (yes, I know it’s a snotty attitude. True, though.).
Damn. Honestly when we had Keb, I wanted another. Not that I loved pregnancy, but I loved being a mom. In fact, it was tons easier than I had ever imagined it would be. I fell into a routine that felt natural, enjoyable, and truly loved watching my child grow. Now, full disclosure means that I recognize none of that would have been possible without my husband. The way we worked together is what made everything mostly joyful (there are always bumps in a road). We are a good team. He’s a large part of what makes being a parent a great thing.
Which is why I never really get into Mother’s Day. After all, I made this choice so there’s no real need to pamper me. I’m not actually doing everything for everyone because we all do stuff around the house, cook or supply dinner, and clean up. But to my glorious surprise, this year was a celebrate me year. I’m not complaining.
Last night we went out to eat at a Thai place. I love Thai. Mind you, it’s not a place we’ll be returning to, but it’s the thought that counts. Then came dessert. Taed went to two different cupcake places and bought a variety of cupcakes for, well, me. A dozen in total. That was sweet, ’cause I can’t imagine that was a quick trip at all! Then he had gotten Pinocchio through Netflix for us to watch.
My favorite things — food, sugar, and children’s flicks. 🙂 That, my friends, is love.
And this morning, a very lovely card. We’re not card people so it’s appearance makes it extra special. He did offer to go out to pick up coffee or a doughnut, but I got my love already.
So whether you’re a mother, God-mother, Fairy God-Mother, step-mother, grandmother, mother-in-law, dog-owner-mother, chosen mother, mother to another brother, just a teacher (mother at school), or someone who acts as someone’s mother, I wish you a very happy, blessed day.