My 5-year-old daughter has big plans for this Mother’s Day.
She has whispered very loudly and very breathily (in a way that only little kids can do) in my ear that she plans to make me breakfast in bed, to buy me a sparkly diamond ring and to help me fold the laundry.
I assured her that it’s my idea of the perfect Mother’s Day, but really, she had me at that breathy whisper.
As much as Mother’s Day is about celebrating your mom, for me it’s also about feeling so fortunate to be raising my three wacky but wonderful kids. I don’t need the presents—just the moments.
I’m looking forward to the Mother’s Day Tea in my older daughter’s second-grade reading class. She’s been dying to tell me about the essay she wrote about me but doesn’t want to spoil the surprise. So instead she keeps giving me hints.
“Think about the time you saved me from grave danger,” she dramatically hinted recently.
“You mean the time when you were 2 years old and you ran out into the parking lot in front of the giant Cadillac that was being driven by the lady who could barely see over the steering wheel?” I asked.
She looked at me with a puzzled expression and said no, that wasn’t it. So now I can’t wait to hear what could possibly top that moment when the world nearly came to a screeching halt, but thankfully didn’t because the lady finally found the brake pedal.
I’m not sure that my son even realizes that Mother’s Day is around the corner, but he’s already helped me celebrate it. Right now everything in his world revolves around baseball. And, at 10 years old, it’s slightly uncool for his mom to cheer so loudly from the sidelines. But I see him glancing sideways over at me after a good hit or a good play. In that glance I see the chubby toddler who used to love riding on the lawn mower tractors at Home Depot and I can’t believe how much he’s grown.
Time flies. Mother’s Day reminds me of that.
Most likely the breakfast in bed will really just be some lukewarm coffee. There will be no sparkly diamond ring, and more than enough mountains of laundry to fold. But I don’t mind. Just give me those moments, and the day will shine.
How do your kids help you celebrate Mother’s Day? Tell us in the comments!