Like many mamas, when I see one of those sweet little lockets, I admit I go all sentimental. I even smile at the clever tees and thought of getting a geeky gift that would make my work life easier. For all that romance of a token that says "this represents the amazing mother you are every. single. day," I also have this feeling of (more) impending clutter when I think about adding another trinket to the top of my dresser. Don't get me wrong, I will be very happy to hang up a preschool art project, and along with that I'd like to make a plea for what I really need. Time away. From the schedule, from the laptop, from soy butter, from parent meetings and playdates. From all things mommy.
What I need is a guaranteed time every single week where I can shake my hips with unabashed abandon to above-kiddie-decibel music. And I'd like to be adorned in sparkles and little bells while I do it. This Mother's Day, I'd like to stop pretending I love what my (erm...almost three years) post-partum belly did and really start loving what it can do. This year, I'll be leaving Susiej's post on belly dancing lessons being the best Mother's Day gift ever up on my monitor for the hubs to happen upon this week. Susiej outlines all the right reasons for getting the (ahem) hippest gift around. Hopefully, I'll have the hubs at "increases her sex drive." I mean, "is an art form."
