We all have a view of that ideal Mother’s Day in our heads.
You know what I mean. Sleeping in, maybe going out for a nice brunch followed by a leisurely walk along the water. Then, ending the day off with a movie night and popcorn or a fun family board game before crashing for the night. Sounds pretty nice, right?
But come on, let’s be real – that’s not normally how the day goes. (If yours actually does – please tell me your secret!) If I’m being completely honest, my Mother’s Day is likely going to go a little something like this:
6:30am – Wake up to my 5-year old crawling into my bed, snuggling up to my back, and tapping my head while he sings a mash-up of Jingle Bells and Watch Me Whip Nae Nae.
6:45am – My husband makes me a tea that I’ll likely end up drinking cold because I’ll be too busy flicking through Netflix waiting for the boys to decide on their Sunday morning cartoon; Transformers…or Scooby Doo?
9am – We discuss going out for brunch but realize that would involve a lot of work – like, showering. So we decide to stay home and make our own.
11am – After all the dishes are cleaned up, we decide that instead of packing up and going for walk by the water, we should go play some baseball or football in the backyard! Which in all likelihood will end up with someone crying or bleeding…or both.
1pm – We decide to play a board game together.
1:15pm – Boys are still deciding which board game.
2:30pm – Board game ends…with someone in tears because they didn’t win. I think about wine.
5pm – We discuss whether we should order in for supper…or if the hubby should cook something on the grill, because hello…there’s no way I’m cooking on Mother’s Day!
7pm – Is the day over yet? I’m exhausted.
Yep! That’s a typical Mother’s Day in our house. And I know what you’re thinking; it’s not relaxing, it’s not full of pampering, and there isn’t a moment of silence to be found. And you’d be right!
Instead, it’s completely chaotic, ear-piercingly loud, and super tiring. But you know what? I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Because one day…my boys will be grown.
They’ll be off at college and too busy to come home. Or they’ll be married with their own crazy kids! And I’ll be sitting in my quiet house, with my hot (not cold) tea wishing they were here. I’ll be wishing they were small again. I’ll be wishing for handmade Mother’s Day cards coming home in their backpacks. I’ll be wishing they were still running all over the house laughing and yelling and being crazy. I’ll be wishing they were still waking me up at 6am wrapping their little arms around me and telling me they love me while they cover my cheeks in sweet (and wet!) kisses.
See, I have the rest of my life to have a quiet, relaxing Mother’s Day. So this year…I’m going to sit back, smile and soak up the crazy, messy, loud, chaotic ones while I still can.