Today after a hearty breakfast of scrambled eggs (with green onions), Taiwanese sausage, and steamed buns, I left the house for a few hours to run some errands. When I came back, I noticed that the Le Cruset pot that was sitting in the sink had been washed and is now sitting on the side to dry.
Normally these things don’t stand out to me but they did today because Charlie did them despite being very sick with a bad cold. In fact, he was so sick that he’s been mostly in bed for the past two days.
Just a few weeks ago though I wasn’t as appreciative of these acts of “love.”
On Mother’s Day I woke up with great anticipation – this was my first official Mother’s Day and I was excited to see what surprises Charlie had planned for the day.
“What do you want for breakfast?”
“Oh, whatever you feel like.”
“Okay, how about ham and cheese on toasted bread?”
“You want coffee?’
“Only if it’s decaf.”
So, breakfast was the usual. Nothing special.
Then we went off to Sunday worship service at church, followed by a Mothers Only lunch with the other ladies at a nearby restaurant. Charlie watched Noah like he always did when I’m out with friends.
When I got home Noah had already been fed and put down for his nap. And there was a card waiting for me. It was signed by both Noah and daddy. “Sweet,” I thought but I was looking forward to the “real” surprise.
But it never came. I had homemade breakfast, then time to myself, and a card. All very nice things but where’s my present?
That night I went to bed a little disappointed. And Charlie after learning about my disappointment, became sad too.
I’d like to say that I woke up all cheery the next morning but I didn’t. It took days of moping before I snapped out of the funk.
What’s the big deal about getting a present and why did it bother me so much that I didn’t get something?
“Was it because your sister got an ipod?” asked Charlie. “But you already got a new one last Christmas so you don’t need another one” he said.
I am not sure why I was so bummed about Mother’s Day and at first I thought that it’s because I was having trouble with my new identity as a stay-at-home-mom and receiving a gift would mean that I was doing a “good job” (kind of like getting a bonus or raise at work.)
But this week, I realized that I felt disappointed that Sunday because I get special treatment every day. Ironically Mother’s Day wasn’t special because every day was already “mother’s day.”
Every morning I wake up to fresh homemade breakfast. No matter how rushed Charlie is before work, he always makes sure I get my protein and he pulls the espresso shot for my Americano right before I get to the table so that it will be fresh and hot.
About once every other week I meet up with my friends for some R&R and Charlie always takes care of Noah so that I can fully relax.
I hate loading up the dish washer and washing all the heavy pots and pans so every night before bed Charlie makes sure to load up all the dishes and wash by hand the ones that don’t fit.
All this I enjoy regularly whether it’s Mother’s Day or not.
So, so what if I didn’t get a big flashy bling bling for giving birth or that breadmaker on Mother’s Day?! I’m happier that every day is full of small acts of love than having only one day when I receive special treatment.
Charlie, I am sorry for taking these things for granted. Thank you for making each ordinary day extraordinary.
*The photo is one of the breakfasts I regularly enjoy. On Mother’s Day we made it “special” by eating outside.