Mother's Day is Sunday. I don't need ribbons and bows on packages. I don't need breakfast in bed. I don't need flowers. I don't need to be taken out to dinner by the family. It's not tangible things or special treatment I'm looking for.
On this hallowed day celebrating mothers near and far, what I really want is to not have to do the tasks of a mother. I don't want to think about making any meals or snacks or reprimand ill-manners or separate fighting brothers or clean up messes or repeat myself 18 times or figure out menus for next week or coordinate schedules or do laundry or load the dishwasher or help with homework or oversee baths or clip nails or raise my voice or threaten to take away screen time or shuttle kids back and forth from practices or games or activities or appointments or any of the things I do day in and day out, as a mom.
What I really want is quiet, peaceful, time alone to think and be an adult, not just a mom.
Now, don't get me wrong. I love my kids and my husband and I love our crazy schedules. And I'm thrilled that they want to participate in sports and events and be active and social and talk and talk and talk…
But on this day celebrating mothers, I like to check out of that gig and revel in the quiet of my own mind. I want to choose a book that I want to read and enjoy a hot coffee with cream all the way to the bottom of the cup without once heating it up in the microwave because I've forgotten about it and it's gone cold. I want to not answer anyone's questions. I want to wander without keeping two meandering boys within arm's reach. I want to eat a meal without children, without dropped forks, without spilled glasses of water, without tipping chairs, without chaos.
I want my cake and to eat it too…without having to share it with my boys who somehow get frosting on their hands and shirts and chins and then give me big chocolaty hugs and kisses.
I want time to be renewed and recharged and reminded. I want to simply be.
And then, I want to go back to my little home with my boys and dogs and cats and clutter with kids' artwork on the walls and books in every room and never-ending piles of laundry and perpetual lists and dog hair galore and all the things that are important to me; all the things that form my heart and soul. And start again on Monday with the meals and dishes and homework and sports and laundry and work and cleaning and settling arguments and reading at bedtime because I am, before all other things, a Mom.
How do you wish to spend this most blessed holiday? Over and out…