I never really talk about Mothers Day because it's just not my sort of thing. I make sure all the moms in our lives are taken care of and know they are appreciated and all that, but I really don't need a day that's all about me. Every day is all about me, if we're being totally honest. That's what happens when you're the grown-up. You can decide to eat Strawberry Pie for lunch and there's no one to stop you.
I just don't need a Hallmark holiday to give me permission to enjoy a day to its fullest or to know that Alexis appreciates me. I know she does.
But now that Alexis is old enough to understand Mothers Day, she's super invested in making it a big deal. She woke me up Sunday morning all sorts of upset because Mr. Husband was at work so she didn't have a co-conspirator to help her make me breakfast in bed.
The kid has a good heart. Fortunately, her good heart found its happy again when I told her I really wanted a bowl of cereal. Cereal is one thing she can handle all by herself.
And then the kid reached into my chest, grabbed hold of my heart, and filled it with her special crazy brand of love. "Momma, I have $3.29. I want to take you somewhere special but I don't know where we can go."
That kid. Man.
Obviously, $3.29 doesn't go very far, but I had a idea. We have a Zoo membership and I am currently in possession of a fun toy. It's a Tamron 70-300mm lens which I have to give back after Alexis' dance recital next week, but until then? I WANNA PLAY!
The Zoo is a fantastic place to play with a long lens.
Good heavens I wish I could keep that lens. Anybody want to give me $350 so that I can? No? ::sigh::
The other thing about the Zoo is that it's a really fantastic place to spend a few hours with my most favorite kid in the whole wide world.
(Best photobomb by a shark ever? I think yes.)
I don't know when or how it happened, but somewhere along the line, Alexis has turned into a pretty amazing little human. She's fun to be around, especially when she's not running her mouth so much that I'm trying to figure out ways to weave her toenails into thread and sew her lips together. For Mothers Day she kept her mouth under control, though, so there was no fantasizing or plotting or scheming or asking her to go make noise somewhere far away from my ears.
There was just fun and good conversations and a few hours of me hanging out with my kid.
I don't think it can get any better than that.