Celebration of Moms
Today is Mother's Day. I feel life,e I have only been a mom for ten seconds although its been almost ten years. I knew today would be just like any other. Since I have joined the ranks of mother hood I have never done anything special for myself nor has anyone else done anything special for me. I can barely remember my first mother's day. Its all a hazy memory. My son was not born yet. Yep I considered myself a mom and entitled to be celebrated even though I was 5 months pregnant. I probably don't remember much cause I was probably in and out of naps and the bathroom with morning ,noon, and night sickness. I still had sickness for about 6-7 months. Never ending sickness.
My second mother's day my son was almost 5 months old. I don't think I was phased at all by the day. I was knee deep in green pea and sweet potato baby food feedings, transitioning from the bottle to baby food and probably had most of it on my shirt then what got in his mouth. I did get my mom her usual heartfelt card and a gift I managed to pick out on one of our walks to the mall, small mall, near our house at that time. I told her the baby picked it out. She laughed. So, since she liked it, maybe she actually believed that the baby had a hand in
picking it out, from then on the baby chose all her gifts. Even now, my son, now that he's old enough helps choose grandma's gifts. Although, when he was 4 I had to convince him grandma was not a basketball player and probably would like something a little less sporty. To this day she doesn't know how close she came to getting a little tykes basketball set.
But, this year I sort of had a mothers day fantasy. I fantasized that I would wake up and the day would just be about me. Yes me. The house would be transformed overnight by mother's day elves sort of like Santa's elves but a whole lot taller and sexier. I would wake up, sit on the edge of my bed, ease on my fluffy pink slippers, and yawn and stretch as usual. I would be thinking another day of the same old same old. Then I would grab my robe and make my way the ten or so feet to the living room. Instantly the smell and sight of 5 dozen roses would excite my senses. I would do a double take in disbelief but be grinning from ear to ear like a kid in a candy store. Three handsome hunks would be standing shirtless, yes shirtless, near the kitchen table which would be covered with all of my favorite breakfast foods. From pancakes to strawberries covered in milk chocolate. I would be helped into my chair which was now a throne and nibble at it all. All while being fanned by my hunks for the day wearing my tierra.
I would have a massage and possibly a make over hair, nasils, toes, and clothes included.
While I was made over the house would be cleaned too to bottom. I would be feeling good from my head to toe. After, I got all pretty I would take my son and mom out to where ever my mom wanted to go in the limo which awaited us outside.
I smiled thinking about my fantasy as I tied my sneakers and stood up from the edge of my bed. It was breakfast time and somebody had to cook it and that somebody was me. I know that mothers day is everyday and for this mom it was just another day with my son and my mom. And that's all I really wanted anyway.
My second mother's day my son was almost 5 months old. I don't think I was phased at all by the day. I was knee deep in green pea and sweet potato baby food feedings, transitioning from the bottle to baby food and probably had most of it on my shirt then what got in his mouth. I did get my mom her usual heartfelt card and a gift I managed to pick out on one of our walks to the mall, small mall, near our house at that time. I told her the baby picked it out. She laughed. So, since she liked it, maybe she actually believed that the baby had a hand in
But, this year I sort of had a mothers day fantasy. I fantasized that I would wake up and the day would just be about me. Yes me. The house would be transformed overnight by mother's day elves sort of like Santa's elves but a whole lot taller and sexier. I would wake up, sit on the edge of my bed, ease on my fluffy pink slippers, and yawn and stretch as usual. I would be thinking another day of the same old same old. Then I would grab my robe and make my way the ten or so feet to the living room. Instantly the smell and sight of 5 dozen roses would excite my senses. I would do a double take in disbelief but be grinning from ear to ear like a kid in a candy store. Three handsome hunks would be standing shirtless, yes shirtless, near the kitchen table which would be covered with all of my favorite breakfast foods. From pancakes to strawberries covered in milk chocolate. I would be helped into my chair which was now a throne and nibble at it all. All while being fanned by my hunks for the day wearing my tierra.
I would have a massage and possibly a make over hair, nasils, toes, and clothes included.
While I was made over the house would be cleaned too to bottom. I would be feeling good from my head to toe. After, I got all pretty I would take my son and mom out to where ever my mom wanted to go in the limo which awaited us outside.
I smiled thinking about my fantasy as I tied my sneakers and stood up from the edge of my bed. It was breakfast time and somebody had to cook it and that somebody was me. I know that mothers day is everyday and for this mom it was just another day with my son and my mom. And that's all I really wanted anyway.
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