On my first Mother's Day, I was pretty excited. Like most mommas, I was (and am) both proud and reverent and the teeniest bit insecure about the most important job of motherhood. The morning past without a mention of the holiday....I got up with baby Garrett, we went to church (where they honored mothers), and I came home to cook lunch for Paul's mom....all without a single "happy mothers day" from my husband. No card. No gift. No mention.
I sulked for the afternoon and then got mad as a hornet, because I'm mature like that. And you know what Paul said when I stated my case? "Well, I didn't even think about it. You are not my mom. " I can't remember the rest of the story, but I'm sure it does not paint me in a favorable light:), so it's probably for the best.
I wouldn't tell this if my husband was a baboon, but he's not. Actually, it's totally out of character for him--as he's normally fairly sensitive and infinitely generous--and we both laugh about it today. Well, maybe I laugh more than him...I think he just wishes I would forget it. Anyway, we've both learned some valuable lessons: me--don't expect your husband to read your mind, and him--don't say stupid stuff that your wife will bring up until she's too senile to remember.
In the spirit of that, here is what I want for Mothers Day:
1) someone to clean out the stuff in the other half of my closet that has been moved from 3 different
houses and not worn in the last 5 years.
2) a walk, alone
3) something like this