This is what I got for Mother’s Day. And it’s not even from my husband.
He did mail me flowers four days ago, though. Along with a card that said, “Happy mothers day. Love, james and Andrrw” Yeah. Spelled just like that.
But when I woke this morning with the glowing anticipation of my very first Mother’s Day, I was expecting a little more than four-day-old wilted flowers.
I didn’t necessarily need heart-shaped pancakes, jewelry or any such thing. But I did anticipate some gesture from my husband to show that he acknowledged the fact that I carried his son in my womb for seven-and-a-half months, and treasured me for it.
I mean, come on! I grew a HUMAN for Pete’s sake! I deserve something, right!?
You know that guy who dumps you right before Christmas and Valentine’s Day so he doesn’t have to buy you a present? Yeah. I married that guy.
I know I joke about being married to a nerd and all that, but sometimes, it’s just SO FRUSTRATING to be with a man who doesn’t communicate or really even listen. Who is SO SMART he has to argue about everything, even about whether or not he’s arguing with me.
So, as I was wallowing in self pity, thinking how awful it was that my husband didn’t love me enough to give me ANYTHING on the day honoring mothers, I looked down and saw the little angel in my arms.
And I had a whole new perspective.
This. This is what Mother’s Day is about. This little man who has my heart wrapped around his finger.
Him and me. Me and him. That’s all that matters.
I have this beautiful little person in my life.
And THAT, my friends, is the greatest Mother’s Day present of all.