Monday, May 09, 2005

mother-to-be's day

Until recently, Mother's Day was all about my mum; my mother, my brother and I always had a big dinner, for which she'd spent a couple of hours or more preparing. We would have bought expensive gifts, none of which she liked unless it was either something which massaged a body part, or cash.

In the last couple of years, the day has been celebrated separately by all of us; my brother and his family did Mother's Day in their home, my mother celebrated at her church, and all I had to do was buy a nice card and put some cash in it.

Now that I'm mere months away from being a mother myself, I found myself wistfully thinking that this time next year I'd be getting The Boy's equivalent of breakfast in bed (whatever that's going to be).

So I was a bit surprised when the boy jumped the gun somewhat, and asked me what I wanted for Mother's Day yesterday. We were strolling around the museum shop fingering the possum-mink jumpers and eyeing up the greenstone jewellery and fabulous art pottery at the time. I couldn't bring myself to point to any of those items because they were really really expensive (there's a greenstone thingamajig for over 16 grand in there). I told him to buy me a cake instead, but here's the thing - what the hell am I going to ask for next year?

Hmmm...probably a paid cleaner.

6 comments:

Nyx said...

I was about 3 months pregnant for my almost mothers day, so we used it as a good excuse to buy a food processor. I still have that processor...

Ms Mac said...

A massage and night out with the girls! You may need it by then!

marielle said...

Awww, the boy sounds so sweet. Happy mother's day!

Rhodent said...

I would go for the maid too! Later on you will be grateful just to be able to spend the day with them. The in-between years can be a lot of fun with kids bringing you breakfast in bed and things that they made for you at school. It's great! Enjoy!

Desiree said...

I'm sure he got the idea from us the night before [grin]!

Nah - really, he's so thoughtful.

How about a ten-trip ticket for babysitter services - then you get to go out at least ten times during the year!

Violet said...

Or a tattoo

just kidding. It's the boy who likes tattoos.