No need for flowersor breakfast in bed; a handmade card will do.
What I want most of all is for this day to be different than tomorrow.
I want the children dressed, listened to, fed, and entertained by someone other than me.
I want the house tidied, the toys put away, the dishes done, the food prepared, the groceries shopped, the linens changed, the crumbs wiped – and the butts, too – by someone other than me.
I don’t want to buckle a car seat and to rush someplace that no one cares to be.
This Mother’s Day I’d like to remember that I am a mother, but more, that I am a person. Will you help me with that?
I know that we have mothers to celebrate and thank: my mother, your mother, dead mothers, grandmothers, godmothers, mothers who aren’t biologically our mothers, but who are mothers to us, nonetheless. Could we plan for them on a different day? Or, if it’s being with our kids that they’d like, tell them that our kids will be here with shoes and coats at the ready waiting to be taken for a walk or to the park or for a bike ride. They don’t sit long enough for church and brunch and a play, which means I wouldn’t be sitting for any of that either.
Let me go to the bookstore or the coffee shop alone. Let me look for a pair of pants that fit without having to chase a child back into the dressing room. Let me take a bath and wash my hair without playing peek-a-boo with a dripping wet shower curtain.
I love all that being a mother has given me, but what I’d like most of all for today is to be a person.
If I could have that today, then tomorrow – or tonight, in the middle of the night – I can come back refreshed as a mother.