A Mother's First Mother's Day - Dream vs. Reality

My dream first Mother's Day looks something like this:

I sleep in just an extra hour or so, til 8 or 9am, while hubby watches the baby and feeds him with milk I pumped the night before. When I wake up, he brings me breakfast in bed consisting of homemade waffles, fruit salad, chocolate milk, and flowers of course. When little one goes down for his morning nap, I get an amazing 1-hour massage (from my husband or a professional, I'm not picky!) and am left to catnap a bit til baby wakes up. Rejuvenated, the 3 of us have some family fun time playing together and then take a stroll around the neighborhood on what is no doubt a gorgeous sunny warm day. We grab some bagels and have a relaxing picnic in the park. Next we hit H&M and hubby watches the baby while I get some much needed self-shopping done (ummmm haven't bought any non-pregnancy clothes in over a year). To wrap it all up, baby goes to bed early, we have a delicious dinner, some adult time, and cuddle up to watch my choice of tv/movie before hitting the hay.

This is what my first Mother's Day actually looked like:

Baby woke me up at 7am sharp, as usual, and hubby was already in Manhattan "volunteering" for work at Japan Day at Central Park. After his morning nap, Kenzo and I went for a stroll around the neighborhood and I got a new phone (my Blackberry died the previous day, but HOORAY I was eligible for an upgrade - got myself a new iPhone 4 for $0.99 and $36 upgrade fee - so this actually ended up being a really exciting Mother's Day gift... to myself... hehe). Then went to Century 21 and TJ Maxx to try to find a case for my phone, but Kenzo was getting sleepy and having trouble falling asleep in the stroller, so he cried and we had to leave and head home before I could find anything good. Hubby got home around 2:30pm with baby's breath and 2 carnations (the official Mother's Day flower in Japan, "one from me and one from Kenzo" - to his credit, I would probably have complained about it being a waste of money had he brought home a huge gorgeous bouquet, but still, a girl can dream) and to my shock did not head straight to take a nap - had it not been Mother's Day, I'm sure he would have zonked out for a few hours, as usual. Kenzo then took 1 hour to go down for his afternoon nap, delaying our much needed adult time and bringing some comic relief with some random babbling from the pack 'n play in the family room. Later on, I told hubby "It's Mother's Day, so, I don't have to cook dinner" *wink*, to which he replied "OK, but, when do you ever cook dinner?" HA. HA. And *scene*.

The world's most perfect first Mother's Day it was not. But I can't complain. I am a mother to this amazing adorable little baby, who makes my heart hurt I love him so much! Every time he wakes up, I realize how much I missed him in that brief time and shower him in kisses (oh those cheeks!!!). There is no better sound than his cute little giggles when I tickle his tummy. No one else can fart on my lap and get a smile and a hug for it. Sure, he drools on and bites my fingers, spits up on me throughout the day, loves to pee the second I open up his diaper, and is mr. cranky pants if it's nap time and we're out and about rather than at home in the crib. Motherhood is a tough job, but I wouldn't trade it in for the world!! So who needs "Mother's Day" when I'm loving being a mother every day!?

This will probably be funny to look back on in a few years... hopefully by the time I'm really in need of some Mother's Day pampering hubby will have gotten a clue...

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