Alright people. Mother’s Day is coming May 13th 2018. You are getting your fair warning.
On top of this warning, I’m going to help you out. This is what your wife/partner/spouse REALLY wants for Mother’s Day. I asked my mama friends on Facebook, our contributors and friends in person. ( I happen to also be a Mother of course).
And the theme I have concluded is, we want to feel appreciated and cared for. The way we appreciate and care for others. I don’t need to tell you how hard Moms work. The mental workload, physical workload and social pressures can be seen on our faces most of the time, if not found in multiple blog posts and sappy commercials.
In honesty, we just wanted it to stop. For one hour, one spa treatment, one day or weekend. Many moms joked about just “wanting to be alone” or “doing whatever I want”. And it’s not because we don’t love motherhood. It’s the opposite in fact. We love it so much we give it our all. We worry, cry, hold strong, kiss boo boos, console, laugh and are squishy because we love it just so much.
All we ask, is that we feel someone is doing the same for us. For one hour, one spa treatment, one day or one weekend.
We are all for cute hand made mugs (actually I would really love another) and flowers (they Do brighten the days following our “one special day”), but we NEED time to fill our cups again. Recharge. THAT is what we are really asking for.
A clean house, that we didn’t clean, hear complaining about or have to clean up after tomorrow.
Time alone in the bath without hearing “mommy what are you doing?” through the door.
A trip with or without us planned for something fun with the kids. That we had no hand in figuring out. Then joy of our kids having fun. Without us planning it.
Take the mental workload for a day. We want to step outside of our very big roles and feel safe to unload it onto you.
The mundane tasks, the grand tasks and everything in between.
We don’t need fancy gifts as reminders we are good mothers. We want you to show us that you KNOW we are good mothers. Show us by walking in our shoes.
Here are what a few Mom’s have said:
Andrea – “I would love to have my whole house purged and cleaned. And the support to do so.” Kids aged 12, 9, 7, 4.
Allison – “I’d love for my husband and kids to acknowledge the fact that they understand that I am the only reason the house is not falling apart.” Kids aged 9, 7, 4.
Patricia– “Time. Time with my children” 28, 25, 23.
Holly– “I’d like a day where I could do whatever I want. Show up for a homemade meal with cake that I didn’t make.”
Erin – “Hot Coffee and no obligations time to do what I want before family time.” Kids aged 11, 10, 8, 5, 2.
Poom – “To pee in peace. Without interruption.” Kids aged 7, 5, 2.
Alli – “I’d love a day to myself, no kids needing me for something. A day where I could go get pampered and then enjoy a quiet meal that I didn’t have to cook.” Kids aged 2 and 1.
Jenn– “Time alone! An overnight stay in a hotel, spa day, just some me time!” Kid aged 4.
Among these requests a lot of Moms asked for family photos, family rings, family necklaces. So all these request to me say. “I want some time to myself, reminders of my family, because this is the best job in the world and it will all make me better at it.”
And ahem, in case anyone is wondering. My ideal day would go as follows:
Wake up whenever I want. (which is usually before anyone else). Have coffee. When the kids wake up they wake up my husband before even coming downstairs.
Breakfast is made for me. Pancakes or french toast.
House is cleaned while I bathe.
My husband takes the kids out for lunch and something fun all afternoon. While I literally do whatever I want.
Meet them at families hosue or restaurant for dinner with all family to celebrate our mom and all moms in the family.
Family snuggle time on the couch.
Watch a sappy movie with wine after the kids are in bed. Sleep. The end.
We all just wanted to feel fulfilled, appreciated and respected. That’s it.
Save your money.
Give us time.

Jen is a yoga teacher, fitness enthusiast and health blogger over at www.BitchinHousewife.com