Thursday, May 5, 2011
All I Want for Mother’s Day…
Is a couple extra minutes of sleep, tucked in clean sheets (ok, that I didn’t have to wash for the week), listening to the birds welcome the morning. Extra Sunday morning bounce time that results in endless giggles, tent-making and family of leisure activities. The kind of breakfast where calories don’t count. A day not to have a wardrobe change, but stay in my vintage tee and wild polka dot pants. Twelve hours agenda free and with no expectations but those of spontaneity. Some fun in the sun watching my son march his mower down the drive. A minute with a glossy magazine. A friendly, meaningful, adult conversation with the hubs. A long shuffle with a little pinkie finger entwined in mine. Friendly text exchanges with the Mommies I love and adore. And a whole lotta doting. Oh, and maybe a 60-minute massage…
And if you “force” me to get a bit more descriptive of tangible, desirable objects, they’d include:
1. New carpet. Gah, yes. Ours hardly qualifies as the stuff anymore. Ew.
2. Painted cupboards. Got the bid. Got the dude. Let’s do it! Oh wait, you have to have the dough???
3. A sassy yellow tote
4. Any pampering activity with emphasis on the massage menu item
5. Any jewels or gems
Did I mention big, adoring grins? Lots of laughter and cheer? The only exhaustion being that of having too much fun?
Mother’s Day is the BEST. May it be everything you’ve been wishing for and a whole lot more. And may you call your Momma and tell her she’s the most amazing super hero you know.
"It's the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have...One pair that see through closed doors. Another in the back of her head...and, of course, the ones in front that can look at a child and reflect 'I understand and I love you' without so much as uttering a word."-Erma Bombeck