Certainly these are familiar words to a mother.
From the stop-drop-and-roll tantrum of a two year old to the sighing-eye-roll of the fourteen year old, we’ve seen it all. Yes. All. Universally translated, these physical expressions, gestures and body language mean only one thing: MY WAY.
Yet rarely do we, as mothers, demand that things be OUR WAY. With our energies bounding from what to cook for dinner to what bill needs to be paid to whose picking up which kid from what practice, it’s enough to collapse into bed at 11pm mascara running, bra still on and pets unfed.
In honor of Mother’s Day, I propose it’s time to have it MY WAY. I have specific tastes which, if satisfied, would calm me down and make me a much more pleasant parent.
Above is an image of my mother and I on the way home from the hospital. I will refrain from my social commentary on the no car seat / no seat belt because I love how she is holding me in the back seat of my parents’ VW bus. Super cute dress and clean hair, she’s a fresh, new mom completely unaware of the long sleepless nights ahead.
Imagine, however, if she had a pair of lovely earrings to wear with her milk-stained nightgown. No one would notice her ratty hair and blood-shot eyes. They would most certainly temper the postpartum hormonal mood swings.
And that Cathy Waterman one-of-a-kind ring?!?! I would clean up piles of vomit, change a million more diapers, gladly listen to thousands more doors slam around my house if I had that on my finger.
So speak up. Put a halt to the hand-painted mug, the macaroni necklace and the tissue paper flowers.
Jewelry lasts forever. And it puts us moms in a really really good mood.