So it was Mother’s Day yesterday. Hopefully you remembered and did something about it!
I had a great day spending time with some of the awesome moms in my life, including my own, one of my aunts, my grandmother, and one of my great-aunts. It was weird, though, because at church that morning, several people wished me a Happy Mother’s Day and I even got texts from a few friends with similar salutations. I know that I have a baby inside of me but I really wasn’t expecting for anyone to include me in this special day.
I often joke about having fur babies and consider myself a cat-and-dog-mama. I know that for many people this totally doesn’t count but I completely agree with the folks who say that pets (especially dogs) get you ready for children. For instance, I was a bad dog mama this morning when I lazily didn’t get out of bed at 5:20 am to take Maya for her walk. Ben was a great doggie dad when he asked me how I was feeling (I responded, “40%” to his self-reported 80%) and told me to sleep another 30 minutes as he got out of bed to take the pooch-a-roo on her morning rounds. I have been trying to force myself out of bed even when I don’t feel well – I am fully experiencing the immune system deficiency that comes with Baby Girl hijacking my personal department of defense – because I will not have a choice but to do so with a crying baby versus a pouting dog who just wants a walk.
Anyways, like the post title, I got an unexpected present last night. Ben told me yesterday morning before church that he had a present for me. I absolutely did not hint at getting one nor did I consider myself part of this year’s Mother’s Day celebration so it was really fun when we got in bed that night and he pulled out three children’s books: Curious George Goes to the Hospital, Little Toot, and The Poky Little Puppy*.
Long story short, his present to me was reading a book to Baby Girl. I chose The Poky Little Puppy, which ended up being actually quite an odd story about 5 puppy siblings who routinely sneak out and then when they sneak back in, are denied dessert because they were naughty. Chocolate custard? Come on! Everyone knows that chocolate makes dogs sick! But never mind that fact…when I commented that our child would probably wonder why Maya doesn’t get dessert after her dinner, Ben reminded me that her deductive reasoning skills probably wouldn’t be developed enough to make that real-world connection. And normally I’m the realist!
It was a wonderful present…knowing that my husband is clued in with my [undemanding] desires for him to connect with our baby before she shows up. It would be one thing if I had been asking him on several occasions to talk to her but I made a comment once and have let it sit since, something I’m not usually good at if you know me! All that said, after finishing the book, he went on to tell me that this was to be an ongoing occurrence, something for us to do every night for at least the next month, guaranteeing some daddy-daughter time but also a set bedtime (positive for decreasing my current state of exhaustion) and couple time while we still have it.
And for posterity, here is a photo of us at Mother’s Day lunch at my folks’ house with one of our fur babies (I’m just starting week 26 and don’t feel that great – not pregnancy sick, just cold/sore throat/sinus congestion sick…see immune deficiency/exhaustion comments above!).
*Apparently these books were in my “Auntie Box,” an old-fashioned suitcase I keep in the living room that is filled with toys, coloring books, crayons, and other fun things to do that kids can play with when they come over. Since we don’t have our own kids but lots of our friends do, it made sense to have a stash of things that were definitely kid-friendly and available whenever they came over. I think I’ll still maintain the Auntie Box for a quick go-to when we don’t want to let kids loose in the play/craft room…but there are many more pressing things to think about right now!