I hate holidays that are commercialized and hyped up by society…
I have a theory. It may sound a bit pessimistic, but hear me out. If you don’t have TOO high of expectations, then you are pleasantly surprised with just about anything. Am I wrong?
Just two days ago I decided one day is just not sufficient enough to adequately celebrate mother’s day. Then I stopped by Live and Love… out Loud . She expressed her desire for a weekend long party.
Then I realized I actually think a week might be more appropriate.
An entire week dedicated to being pampered and cherished.
An entire week to give spouse a chance to fully appreciate all I do.
An entire week to bask in the beauty of motherhood. (You know, the thing forgotten the second that little one made his way home from the hospital when sleep deprivation and postpartum set in.)
A week for the sole purpose of helping your loved ones never want to take you for granted again.
Can they really gain a realistic perspective from just one day? I think not.
For these reasons I say it should be a WEEK long celebration at the bare minimum. But my sanity does not allow me to entertain such notions- I do realize that this is nothing more than a pipe dream.
So, I would settle for one day. One complete 24 hour day. No responsibilities. No worries. No children. Just pure and simple bliss for twenty-four hours.
Unfortunately in my reality that is also not a realistic option either, as my husband left at 3AM this morning for an all day fishing tournament and will spend the better part of tomorrow at work. So, I told him I want a raincheck; that it doesn’t count if it can’t be a complete 24 hours. He returned a smile that seemed to say, “Uh huh. You’re nuts.”
So, I go back to my original thought. If you don’t have TOO high of expectations, then you are pleasantly surprised with just about anything.
So, this will be my most favorite mother’s day EVER.
It will be like any other day, only better.
I will bask in my role as a mother and wife and rise above the occasion.
I will get up early so my partner can get plenty of sleep for his long night shift ahead.
I will cook my heart out in the kitchen and prepare 3 square meals and a yummy dessert to boot.
I will scrub the toilets and mop the floors while I whistle my favorite tune.
I will listen to fighting, screaming children with a smile and like it.
I will fold underwear and match up socks, right after I turn them all right side out cause I’m nice that way.
I will remember how much I love each child, especially when they are talking back to me.
I will treasure each and every homemade gift offered with a loving heart as only a mother has.
To lowering our expectations...
(Artwork by Pokey.)