I was trying to think of what the boys and I could get Amy for Mother’s Day. Here are a few things that rattled from my brain:
1. A George Foreman Grill.
2. A Cup of Nightcrawlers and a Zebco 202.
3. A book of McDonaldland Gift Certificates.
4. Dipping Dots — the Ice Cream of the Future.
5. An ant farm.
6. Sea Monkeys
7. A Mr. Microphone.
8. A gift card to my favorite restaurant.
9. A Soccer Ball
10. An Apple Watch.
Hmmm. No, I don’t think she would appreciate any of those. Especially things that could be considered an “appliance.”
Amy is a rock star mom. She irons clothes that have been thrown under the bed. She bandages knees and consoles broken hearts. She helps with homework for hours. She watches bad TV with the boys and has good food on the table for them when they get home from school. She jokes with them and can still lay them flat with her special wrestling move. She’s a boy mom. And a damn good one.
But she’s also like most moms — exhausted and stressed out.
So we need to show her that we care. Sure, a trip to the spa would be very welcomed. But she also needs us to step it up around the house. And it needs to happen not just on Mother’s Day — it needs to happen EVERYDAY. She needs for love to be a verb, not just a noun.
She gives and gives and gives and gives. And it’s all from her heart. Now it is up to us to make sure she knows exactly how special we think she really is. Why? For no other reason than she is my kids’ mom.
And I may get her an Apple Watch with my name on it just in case.