Today is Mother’s Day, and I am currently hiding from my family upstairs. I told my husband the day previous that what I wanted was an anti mother’s day. All of the things that I usually do on a day-to-day basis were to fall on his shoulders and not bother me.
No waking up at 6:15 am
Not feeding/changing my daughter.
No cleaning or maintaining the house
Not to be interrupted from my shower
No planning activities or schedules
When I laid this out, I felt a tinge of guilt. I love my family, and I want to be around my child, but I am just so tired of everything falling on my shoulders. I’m not asking for much – I’m only asking for my husband to be the mother on this day while I carve out time for writing, catching up on shows I usually can’t and just having some quiet time that I desperately miss.
When I woke up at 8:30 this morning, I jumped into a long, hot shower. I was able to sit and blow dry my long hair, put on some minimal makeup and dressed up. I can’t even tell you the last time I had the morning to myself, it was lovely. I went downstairs to make myself a cup of coffee, only to be greeted with a hot meal and slobbery kisses from my daughter. I wasn’t expecting the hot meal and graciously ate it all up. I kissed my daughter on her forehead, leaving a small trace of the lipstick I applied. I then grabbed my laptop, a book and parked myself in our spare room.
Some mothers love flowers, chocolate, brunch, etc. I wouldn’t complain if I were to receive them, but I much prefer having to do nothing today. Eventually, I will be leaving this room to spend some much quality time with them both, but I am thankful to get this “me” time.
Wishing all mothers, conventional or not, a happy mother’s day!