Or mothers of mothers. Or ladies of ladies, or men of men. Whatever your scene. DO IT. That’s right.
I’m all for the D.I.Y. of heart, making gifts and all of that jazz. Free is good. For the most part. Flowers?
Meh. I’m not talking about buying flowers. I’m also going to go out on limb here and say this:
Do some of those free things. Do it up. Pinterest shall be your friend for this. And also purchase something she needs as well as something that will have her melting from it’s sheer luxury and/or squealing with delight.
Often, (most often usually), mommas forget themselves. Or there are things we desperately need. Or things that we never do – like pampering ourselves. Many of us say don’t put up a fuss. Friends (the other-halves), I’m going to let you in on a little secret for those of you who haven’t clued in yet.
We mean the opposite.
A little spoiling here and there (my top 3 are anniversary, birthday and Mother’s Day), goes a long way. It will have us feeling loved, warm fuzzy and VERY happy. Dare I say frisky. Full of love. That we want to reciprocate. Ahem. Spread around. Feelings that will stick around for a good long while if you tag team the free stuff with something shazam worthy. So yes. Schedule massages and pedi’s. Upgrade her to a new iPhone because the toddler smashed the screen to smithereens on her current one and prove your supreme awesomeness by getting an otterbox cover for it.
If you are the guy in the supermarket at the last minute grabbing a bouquet of flowers (that probably aren’t even her favourite), I’m sorry my friend but that right there is known as an epic #FAIL.
However, I will say that my most memorable Mother’s Day thus far (in my short tenure celebrating them), was last year when my besties and I (a tradition), got together and our men cooked us a ridiculous brunch, complete with mimosas. With freshly squeezed oj, banana waffles with real whipping cream and chocolate shavings. Eggs benny with smoked fish, turkey bacon, fresh fruit. All done topless to our amusement. They even wore frilly aprons when asked. And served us all day without being asked. It was divine. There were pictures and even a video. (Of the tom foolery and topless-ness). But I have promised I would never share it on the internets. Which is too bad really. Trust me.
All I’m saying is go for the gusto. The end.
Top Image Credit: Victoria Vaughn Photography
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