I was just waiting ... waiting for my husband to finally come around to a mini van rather than an SUV. He researched which SUV we were going to get. Figured out our possible monthly payments. Decided which dealership we'd buy from - and I supported his hard work.
I thought - I could do an SUV for a little while, that's fine. They sure are nice to look at, but then he read an article from a guy. One that was right around his age that had a little, growing family just like ours and he mocked the heel-dragging of parents everywhere when it came to the big evolution of mini van driving. He laughed at the egos of moms and dads everywhere who were either trying to be someone they were not or were finding it hard to admit where they were in life that would create a necessity for a mini van. Is it the word? Mini van? Is it what it represents? A family? Why is there such a fine line drawn between families with SUVs and families with mini vans? Why did I want a mini van?
It's very simple. I've been responsible for giving Everett way too many goose eggs on his sweet little forehead with the dang car door. WHOOPS! I didn't see you there, buddy! I'm so sorry!' I was done apologizing to my son for busting his face with a car door. It was time for those beautiful, thoughtful, sweet sliding doors to make their way into our garage. And so they have. And so I'm happy.
All I want is breakfast. I LOVE breakfast. I feel like you can eat a little more carelessly because you've got the entire day to work it off and make better choices. Plus, I love breakfast food. Eggs and bacon and sausage and toast and pancakes ... oh my, it's all so yummy.
I would also like to get some gardening done. My tulips and lilies are all up but I think the peonies I planted last year are long gone. The winter seems like it was just too much for them.
I'd like to snuggle my little boy while contemplating the arrival of his brother. And I'd like to spend a bunch of time with my mom. I don't know how she did it. I question that more and more as I get further and further into motherhood. I remember always feeling safe and happy and loved. Those are definitely three things I hope my kids can say as adults.
I think ice cream is also in order. Maybe in the form of a cake? Maybe in the form of a pint with a spoon. Yes, ice cream will happen on Mother's Day. And just for the day, I'm hoping I can forget about cleaning and laundry and organizing and painting and just enjoy the day and what it represents. Honoring moms for simply being moms.
I guess I changed my mind ... I want more than just breakfast.