‘Tis the season to be…the best mom I can possibly be.
If there’s one thing in my life I’m particularly proud of it’s that I’m a good mom. No. I’m a great mom!
Forgive me for tooting my own horn, or as is more appropriate nowadays…taking my own selfie and sharing it with all of you.
But even I have to admit that I might have gone a bit over the top in my latest venture as a great mom.
A few weeks ago my daughter was home for a long weekend. Misty Copeland, the first African-American ballerina recently promoted to the level of principal dancer with NYC’s American Ballet Theatre had asked my daughter to be part of a question-and-answer panel following the Seattle premiere of “A Ballerina’s Tale.” While only a short 3-day stay, my husband and I were thrilled to have our daughter with us. Unfortunately not many attended, but those who did enjoyed a lively discussion about women of color and muscular physique struggling to make a career in the elite world of ballet.
While she was here, I offered to help my daughter shop for Christmas gifts for her fiancé as well as her friends. Knowing how busy she is dancing, teaching and choreographing, I felt I could help relieve some of her stress during the days leading up to Christmas. Besides which we always have such a grand time shopping together. We laugh lots. We commiserate. We eat. We gossip. Our common adrenalin keeps us pumped and going strong. Although when it comes to shopping, I’ve more stamina than my daughter. She’s a wuss by comparison. And she’d be the first to agree.
So after my daughter returned home to her hectic life, I got busy wrapping, boxing and shipping packages. A few packages found their way to Las Vegas, West Virginia, Pittsburgh and St. Louis. These were to close friends of my daughter’s. The bulk, however, were postmarked to my daughter and her fiancé…gifts from her to him…and from us to both of them. There were a couple of items earmarked for the mother-daughter team who own the competition dance studio where my daughter teaches. In all there were exactly 7 boxes, mostly 12/12’s, but a couple 18/18’s. I hate to tell you what the costs were in wrapping paper, gift tags, ribbon, tissue AND airmail postage.
I told my husband…and my daughter…we’d send them on a cruise next year. She and …her husband of 6 months. (They wed next summer.) Of course I was being facetious.
Or was I? Hmmm…
Thankfully her dad weighed in by hauling the boxes to our local post office and paying for the shipping. I wouldn’t have had the energy, nor would I have been able to withstand the unwelcome stares by other customers, or the humorous comments by the postal workers. My husband has the skin of a rhinoceros when it comes to other folks and what they think. He could care less. Me? I’m still in training.
Mind you my daughter never asks for my help in such matters. She’ll always get around to doing what she can, when she can. She doesn’t stress like me that way. There’s just something about her that makes me want to be her mom…always. Helping her however and whenever I can.
My 6 decades+ old body is telling me…very vehemently…that I cannot keep this up. I cannot burn the midnight oil doing extra work on top of what I already pile on top of myself in my own life, which includes my own antiques business.
Don’t feel overly sorry for me though. I do reward myself with little pleasures now and then…like dining out on Thanksgiving Day. A treat hubby and I will repeat when we partake of another sumptuous buffet at the same restaurant on Christmas Day. No cooking. No cleaning.
…just smiles and happy vibes all around.
As long as you enjoy doing those things, that’s part of your holiday. I also think you deserve some enjoyable time off though. Enjoy your Christmas with you husband, including the special dinner. You both deserve it. I’ll also be looking forward to hearing about the wedding next summer. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you and yours. 🙂 — Suzanne
Happy holidays to you as well, Suzanne. And I will definitely be sharing our wedding celebration with friends. Bless you and your loved ones…:)
Yes you deserve Mother of the Year award! Nothing better than to be able to have fun and help your kids and they appreciate you. Enjoy every minute. Happy Holidays and congrats on the wedding! We all can’t wait to hear those details– looking for your dress, etc. Hugs to you Hugmamma!
Happy Holidays to you and yours. All moms deserve recognition for service…above and beyond! hugs, lisa…