What do I feel about mother’s day? It's a day where my kids are not allowed to fight with each other. I get a mani-pedi, and maybe someone else cooks. Not really guessing anyone else will cook because no one knows how to cook. My kids said they would like to learn to cook but that doesn’t seem to have panned out. They have cooked when they need to do a school assignment that requires it and that is always a mess in a half. Max making bread. Hehehe. I made him knead the dough for 10 minutes and it still didn’t taste like actual bread. Dash used to make pretzel bread. However, I was the one who had to supervise and clean up the massive spills of baking soda water that accompanied the cooking of said pretzels. I cook. That’s it. When I ask my husband to cook, they get take-out or bake some breaded chicken from the freezer. So, no one cooks but me. I usually love cooking but sometimes I really don’t. I try to make healthy meals but when I say, “Hey! Let’s try some squash blossoms or cauliflower! Yay!” I am brutally rebuffed. My kids hate vegetables. I guess that’s my fault, threatening them with broccoli all of these years. Who would have known they would have taken that seriously! I have tried everything and usually end up hiding veggies into their actual meal. That works. You can put cauliflower in anything and they have no idea. But now Max is going off to college in the fall so he won’t eat veggies unless a girl threatens him with them, I guess. Crap, he’s probably going to live on pizza. Freshman 15, watch out.
They’re getting me a mani-pedi for tomorrow and that’s what I want. There will be flowers and “I love yous” and hopefully some cleaning of our house without me actually asking, but I doubt it.
Mother’s day is a wonderful Hallmark holiday where there is brunch and the threat of being nice because it has been mandated. With that said, my children have always been good at writing cards for me, poetry with misspelled words, sentiments that only we as a family understand. And I love each and every moment of it. They have this mandated (yes I know I keep using that word) obligation to make me feel special on one day of the year, but they don’t seem to know that I feel special all year long because they are my kids and I love them. They make me feel special when they share their thoughts on life. They make me feel special when they share their deepest secrets with me. They make me feel special when they tell me they love me and quietly kiss my forehead to say goodnight to me. They make me feel special when they know I’ve had a bad day and offer hugs. They make me feel special when they offer to reach things off the high shelf because they can now reach them without a stepstool. They make me feel special when they can access things on my phones that I had no idea existed. They make me feel special when they let me read to them from my Facebook memories from when they were little and couldn’t reach the high shelf. My children make me feel special most of the time. And I wouldn’t have mother’s day without having them. And no matter how much sleep I lose worrying about them or no matter how I blame them for the stretch marks on my stomach, they love me for me. Their imperfect mother. Do I need a day that reminds me of this? Absolutely yes! Manis and pedis for everyone!! And hopefully some snuggles.
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