The REAL Mother’s Day

Upon returning from my workout this morning, I opened the door to find my husband and the minions diligently laboring over the mixer. I smiled as the kids exclaimed they are making chocolate chip cookies and later they are all going on “an adventure”! Looking to my husband for the plan of the day (he’s the master adventure planner of our brood), he looked at me and grinned.

“You go to your movie today, do some writing, whatever – we are going to a football game and hiking up north,” he informed me.

The vacuous cloud of dust left by my hasty exit to shower was scarcely noticed by the minions as they were still engrossed in cookie dough, but my hubbs noticed and chuckled. My mind was suddenly tripping over its own thoughts of all the possibilities of what a day to myself could bring. Shopping, lunch, writing in a cafe, seeing The Butler, oh my there were just so many choices!

Watching a movie in a theater without anyone else is bliss to me. I don’t have to share my popcorn, I don’t have to worry about whether one or both of the minions will pass out half way through, or make a scene and have to leave. I get to pick the film – no pleasing anyone else. I love the movie experience, and I have not gone to a movie by myself in over 6 years.

Needless to say, I’m going to fully enjoy this day. The sun is out, I get to do something I rarely have the luxury to do, the brood gets an adventure and time with daddy before preschool, and the routines of fall tick away the days on the calendar.

Of course we love our kids, but a true Mother’s Day to me is a day spent doing exactly what you want to do, rather than what you should or have to do.

I am grateful for this Mother’s Day, and a husband that knows just what I need before I do!