Note to Younger Me (Mother’s Day)

by Ginger on May 14, 2012

in Celebrations, Day in the Life

The day began, as it does every day lately, with a little boy standing next to the bed at 6am saying “nice sleeps?” and wanting to crawl in next to us. But being that it was Mother’s Day and I specifically asked to sleep in for “my day”, N.C. took the kid upstairs to watch TV while I grabbed another couple of hours of sleep. Note to younger me: someday 8:30 am will be considered sleeping in.

For “brunch”, I had a typical weekend breakfast of eggs, bacon, hashbrowns & diet coke while watching Despicable Me with my family. No one threw a tantrum the entire time, and Despicable Me is actually pretty cute. Note to younger me: Someday you’ll watch cartoons a million times and beg for something you haven’t seen, even if you previously loved it.

They went and got some milk at some point too. Jackson valiantly fought this gallon of milk for 5 minutes.

While Jackson napped, I watched 127 Hours (it was good. I probably shouldn’t have watched it on Mother’s Day, but it was good), and when the movie was over, I took a leisurely 45 minutes to shower and get dressed. Note to younger me: enjoy those 45 minute showers. Someday they will be a luxury.

For a late lunch, I decided to try my luck by requesting sushi & ice cream. Despite a couple of ants-in-the-pants moments, Jackson did a great job of behaving at the practically empty restaurant (sushi restaurant at 3:30 is apparently not the happening place on Mother’s Day. Who knew?). We didn’t even have to inhale our food, instead taking our time eating. And then we all got ice cream. Note to younger me: enjoy those lazy, drawn out meals. Someday you’ll be lucky if you get 20 minutes for your dinner.

Everyone needed to burn off some energy, so we went with the dog and the kid to an open field, where they ran around for about an hour, chasing birds (the dog), tennis balls (the kid), and generally being wild (everyone). We left covered in dirt & burrs, but with a solidly worn out crew. Note to younger me: any ideas you may have had about adulthood being cleaner & fancier than childhood? Yeah, not so much.

By the time we got home, it was meltdown central. I passed bath duty off on N.C. and mindlessly chopped stuff for our dinner (I find chopping to be therapeutically repetitive), but went down to do the nighttime ritual before long. Jackson was crazy tired, so we shortened everything up & before long it was time for “nigh nigh mommy.” With the lights off, the soft gray of a hazy twilight outside softened the room while I sang songs, asked Jackson to tell me about our day, rubbed his back & combed my fingers through his curls. Then it was “one more rockabye bayybeee mommy?,” and little arms around my neck, and “kisses make mommy HAPPY!,” and “I lub you mommy.” And I sat with a little boy in my lap, in that soft gray light, and smiled at how perfect a Mother’s Day it had been.

Note to younger me: This will someday be a perfect day. There won’t be gifts wrapped with a bow, or fancy celebrations, and you will think a day like this is the best gift ever.You have SO much to look forward to is what I’m saying.

Elizabeth May 14, 2012 at 10:33 pm

I’m glad it was your perfect day–sometimes the simplest of moments mean the most, huh?

clara May 15, 2012 at 12:50 pm

Aw, sounds wonderful. It’s crazy when I think about how my standards have, um, shifted. “Wow 45 minutes to myself! BEST GIFT EVER!”

Aly ~ Cooking In Stilettos May 15, 2012 at 1:10 pm

What a beautiful post! And – I have to say – you are right – chopping is theraputic sometimes 🙂

hillary May 15, 2012 at 2:12 pm

Love this 🙂

I’m glad your day was so perfect.

Sidney May 15, 2012 at 6:19 pm

Jackson could not be cuter. You deserved that special day…

kate May 16, 2012 at 10:43 am

So happy to hear you had a wonderful day. 🙂

oilandgarlic May 17, 2012 at 9:14 am

All I wanted was for the kids to nap and fewer diaper changes, plus play in the park. I got the park but that was it! Still it’s good to be a mom.

Reading (and chickens) May 17, 2012 at 7:26 pm

Awww, I am super hormonal and this made me weep, in a good way.

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