This post is part of a collaboration with PinkBlush, all opinions are my own.
I have read so many blog posts lately about what moms really want for Mother’s Day.
Sleep and time to themselves, in case you were wondering what seems to be the general consensus.
Don’t get me wrong, those things sound great too. Heaven knows I need a nap just as much as the next girl, maybe more so. And an hour or so to window shop in a store without having to calm down my children every 10 minutes sounds pretty heavenly.
But can I be honest with you?
I really do want the “ideal” and stereotypical Mother’s Day.
I want breakfast in bed.
I want time at the spa.
I want new clothes from a trendy online boutique.
I want handmade cards and thoughtful presents.
And you know what? I don’t feel badly about that.
If you think that sounds selfish then I will say that you are totally entitled to your opinion.
But let me tell you something. My body has experienced five pregnancies in five years–one miscarriage and four births. I carried four healthy babies for ten months and then pushed four healthy babies out without an epidural.
My typical day starts a little after 6:00 am and doesn’t end until I roll into bed, by 11:00 if I’m lucky. From the time my kids wake up around 6:30 or 7:00 am until they go to bed at 7:30 pm I usually don’t have a minute to myself. Sure, the hubby and I have date night probably every other week and might be able to sneak away for an occasional trip, but any parent will tell you that the prep time leading up to time away almost doesn’t make it worth it. Almost.
My world pretty much revolves around cooking, cleaning, driving, homeschool, church, and a myriad of other “mom” and “wife” and just general “adulthood” responsibilities. Oh yeah, and blogging.
I’ve never had a massage and my hair gets done a few times a year. I can count the number of manicures I’ve had on both of my (badly in need of new polish) hands.
I don’t say this to complain, or brag, or get a pat on the back, or any other reason other than to say that I–like most other moms out there–do a whole stinkin’ lot. And sure, we don’t do it for applause. We do it because we love our kids, we love our family; we do what we do because it’s one of the ways that we show that love to our family. So although I don’t feel entitled to a facial and some flowers, that doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t appreciate them, or that there is anything wrong with wanting them.
So yeah, a nap would be really great. Maybe a little time alone. But feel free to make me breakfast in bed. Cover my nightstand with homemade cards. Buy me some shiny jewelry or some great new clothes.
Because we only get one day (maybe two if you count our birthday), but you all get the other 364.