To most mothers, this is a pretty special day. Time to spend the day with your offspring and cherish the moments. To others, like the ex-wife, not so much.
For background, let me recap Mother's Day, 2012. My daughter was born in August 2011, so last year's was my first official Mother's Day. To me, this is HUGE. I look forward to the tacky crafts she'll come home from preschool with one day and I'll stick them to the refrigerator with pride. I want to be celebrated as a Supermom. I really do. It may be related to the fact that I gave birth to her, naturally, midwife/doula/2 assistants and a lot of swearing during those +18 hours of contractions & laboring. Or it could be the fact that we are done having kids, and this is my one & only pride and joy, my very own mini-me! So last year, my husband took us (9month old and myself) to an amazing brunch. We planned a whole day of just hanging out, doing things I love. Like, said brunch and walking on the beach. FULL STOP. Phone call from his ex-wife announcing that she's done spending time with her/their kids and can we come get them. Now? PRE our walk on the beach.. She basically spent 2-3 hours with them, they had breakfast at a Bagel Shop because there was too long a line anywhere else. Ya think?! And she wants us to cut our day in half because... she wants to go watch a baseball game with her BF. Btw, did I mention it's Mother's Day, she's supposed to have them ALL day. WTF?
Fast forward to today and our plans for Mother's Day, 2013. My husband, the chef, is making a special champagne brunch. Yum! Like last year, my step kids are expected to spend the day with their mother. Alas, my husband's attempt to remind her this is "her" day to spend with the kids was futile. She'll be out of town visiting her BF's parents and therefore doesn't want to get up early to pick up her children. So we'll be having an amazing brunch, just the 5 of us and she, well, she'll come get them for the afternoon. As long as there's no game on. It's no big deal, not to her. This Mother's Day thing is just another day, or obligation?
I can only speak for myself. And I'm excited to spend the day with 21month old (holy shit! when did that happen?), the Love of my Life and his pretty cool teenagers. I even requested a game night leading up to the brunch. Yay for Monopoly. After all, it's my turn to win.
