“Happy Mother’s Day!” That was what you were supposed to wake me up with yesterday (preferably along with breakfast, homemade cards in hand, and at 9 am). But hey, “Mommy I pooed” at 7 am works too. That’s okay, you’re pretty young still and actually don’t know what Mother’s Day is so no worries.
You may be wondering why I chose to spend a day that is advertised to be a “celebration honoring the mother of the family” not with you: the very ones who made me a mother.
Don’t be offended and don’t take it personally. I just wanted a relaxing Mother’s Day.
I didn’t want to be yelled at, jumped on, or puked on.
I didn’t want to break up fights, give time outs, and try to train you to be better human beings.
I didn’t want to watch Paw Patrol, read Pete the Cat or play with Lego.
I didn’t want to clean up Hot Wheels cars, spilled milk or poop.
And I didn’t want to spend my whole day trying to relax by locking myself in the bathroom yelling through the door “GO ASK DADDY!”
And I didn’t want to feel guilty about it.
So, I didn’t. I took the easy one (yah sorry that’s Alexander) and I visited my own Mom (Nanny) from 6 foot away. And it was the most relaxing Mother’s Day.
I love you boys, I tell you this countless times every day. And I mean it from the very bottom of my heart. But sometimes everyone needs a break, even mommies.
As I’m sure you remember, this wasn’t easy to swallow and my request for a “super-cute-Facebook-worthy photo” with my beautiful boys before I left, was vehemently rejected.
But, after you had time to mull it over I got my photo, plus two beautiful handmade cards, flowers and a delicious dinner. Most importantly, I got my relaxing Mother’s Day and big hugs from my forgiving boys when I got home.
2 thoughts on “This Mother’s Day, I don’t want to spend it with you. Don’t be offended.”
Loved reading your story Amy. Nice that you got to see your mum. I’m sure it was a win win situation for you both.
Sounds like a Wonderful Mother’s Day, it should be the day we all reflect back on ourselves and regain a little of our time and space. Your boys are blessed Amy !
One day they will however have questions, why does Alexander gets all the road trips, that leads to am I adopted, and then It goes to you love him more than me.
Next year, leave the 3 kids, dad is pretty awesome and book yourself into a spa, have the massage, facial, mani and pedi, and come home to a Wonderfully made dinner.
That’s when you get the Best Mother’s Day !
Keep being Amazing!