Some years I drop hints about what I’d really like for Mother’s Day… and some years I think about the Mother’s Day gifts that are impossibilities. You know, because not every wish can be fulfilled but that doesn’t mean we can’t imagine what life would be like if all it took was a dream.
Let’s hit the biggies first…
I’d love a weekend off from work. Like a real weekend off from work where I wasn’t responsible for managing any brands’ social media. Holiday weekends typically mean more work for me. Today? I had to check in with homemade Mother’s Day graphics for multiple brands.
I’d like to not have miscarried babies once upon a time because that was hard and while I don’t think about it too much anymore, I still do think about it.
And even though I’d have double the kiddos I do now, I’d like to have my son on top of it. In a perfect world, I’d have my cake and eat it, too.
I’d like to be whisked away for the weekend to somewhere far, far away without having to worry about childcare or how we’d get there or whether one or the other of us can take time off work.
Now onto the practical details of the day…
Before breakfast, I’d like to wake up to the sound of my neighbor’s wind chimes on a bright sunny spring morning in the room that used to belong to my husband and me but now is our daughter’s. I don’t want the room back – what I want is to wake up slowly around 10 next to my husband and then just lay there under the warm covers for a while.
For breakfast, I’d like to enjoy a complaint-free meal with my kids. Outside. In Costa Rica. Next to a pool.
I’d like to dine and shop without money being an object. Not that there’s a lot I want but it would be nice not to keep a running tally in my head of how much Mother’s Day is costing the family. It’s not the extravagance I want but the mental freedom.
It would be nice to do it a new dress that makes me look like a million bucks – in my own head. I’m talking about a dress that *I* think makes me look Vogue-worthy.
Of course, it’s not just about the food and the clothes…
Wouldn’t it be nice if I could get over imposter syndrome this Mother’s Day? Like I could suddenly wake up and feel like a competent, talented, capable adult?
It would also be sweet to have a clean house, and I don’t mean my family tidying up (which they’re more than willing to do within reason). I’m talking about everything magically falling into place so I don’t have to wonder where, for example, the $#%@ hummingbird feeder is.
Of course, these are all just ideas! And you shouldn’t take this post to mean that I had a bad Mother’s Day – in fact, I had an amazing Mother’s Day this year. Except for the ending where my 4-year-old called me a dummy because it was time to brush teeth.
Maybe next year the best present would be to have that not happen.
But I guess THAT would be like asking for a unicorn.