Just for Me
Dreaming of a Perfect Mother’s Day
My perfect mother’s day... I wake up from a wonderful night’s sleep. The morning sun beams through the curtains and it's so quiet I can actually here the ocean's waves crashing against the rocks. I slowly rise out of bed and slip into a pre-heated bathrobe. Then there is a swift knock on the door and I'm welcomed with a good morning and a wonderful breakfast of French toast, eggs, bacon and fresh fruit.
I sit on the balcony in my robe enjoying my breakfast soaking in the silence and enjoying some me time. Then I spend the rest of the day doing whatever I want. I’m not big on spending money on manicures and massages so I probably won’t be hanging out around the spa. I would probably grab my camera gear and go out on a photo walk, capturing the wonders of nature and the city in general. Then when I arrive back in my room, the covers will be pulled back and a basket of chocolate covered strawberries will be sitting bedside next to my favorite bottle of wine. I’ll watch the sunset from the balcony before climbing into bed to watch my favorite movie or TV show and catch up on whatever I want, because for that moment it’s finally just about me.
I know... not your typical Mother's Day, right? But in reality it is the only other day aside from my birthday that I can command anything. And since I prefer company on my birthday, Mother's Day is really the ONLY day I can have to demand some non-negotiable debt-free ME time.
Does that make me a horrible mom, perhaps to some people? But every other day is dedicated to my kids and my family so I don’t feel guilty for taking the time for me. Plus we can always celebrate the day before. I actually have a friend that goes on vacation with the rest of the mothers in her family during Mother’s Day weekend. The husbands stay home and watch the kids while the mothers spend the day poolside drinking majitos.
This year I’ll be on a plane for Mother’s Day, so we will be celebrating on Saturday with my favorite dinner cooked ala husband, then Sunday morning I’ll be on a jet plane to Florida.
How would you describe the “perfect” Mother’s Day?