I was drawing with Ada and she asked me what I wanted for Mother’s Day. Diamonds? Flowers? Shopkins?
No, baby. You know what I really want?
I want to sip more tea instead of chugging so much coffee.
I want to worry less and wander more.
I want to stop stepping on so many Legos and twirl with you instead. Yes, twirling is a must.
I want to read a book that isn’t about parenting or weight loss. In fact, I want to read a lot of books. Maybe in that dusty hammock that’s been forgotten in the corner of the garage.
I want little reminders of who I am for those days when the trials of motherhood has stripped me down and left me very, very, very shabby.
Something that makes me feel like a girl again on those days when some 19-year-old barista calls me “Ma’am.”
Sure, a day at the spa would be lovely but really, I just want to shower without a tiny audience.
And maybe a reminder that I’m not screwing this up. That’s the hardest part, you know? Long after you drift off to sleep, I’m often still awake, folding laundry and wondering if I did enough to help you become, well, You.
Because You are great. Trust me, little one. Your momma has fabulous intuition.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that I want this all to just slow down a little. I want to savor it more; savor YOU more. It’s going to go by so fast. I know because the sweet, old ladies at the grocery store tell me so.
That’s what I want. And of course, a homemade card ;)