After giving birth to our fourth child weeks before Mother’s Day, I was sure Paul was going to orchestrate my special day with a five-course gourmet breakfast and a Blue Angels fly-over.
When Gracie, our two-year-old, climbed up into my bed on Mother’s Day morning and whispered in my ear, “Daddy didn’t take us to get anything for you.” The fury of an angry postpartum lioness possessed my mom-body.
Minutes later, I was magically presented with a half-dead potted plant purchased from a guy selling Harley Davidson throw rugs.
No, I never expected Paul to buy me anything grand or even expensive. But, after delivering him a ten pound son I was hoping for a few squiggly pictures and maybe a couple slices of soggy French Toast with a side of lukewarm orange juice.
None of those dreams came true.
If you’re lucky enough to have an amazing husband that takes your little ones and circles the wagons around you every Mother’s Day —good for you.
But, for someone like me with an incredible husband who lacks wisdom on a day he blames on Hallmark… here’s three tips for you to survive when your husband fails at Mother’s Day :
- Mute Button. Keep angry thoughts to yourself. Expectations have a way of muddying the marriage waters. Tell him what you’d like for Mother’s Day, but try to be grateful for whatever he does orchestrate with your little ones. Even if that means he’s running out to purchase a bouquet of wilted flowers from a guy at the gas station on his way home from church. Your kids are watching. Hold that tongue. Cry later. You’ll be happy you did. I promise.
Know this, my beloved brothers: let every person be quick to hear, slow to speak, slow to anger. James 1:19
- Order Out. Nothing says “I love you Mom” like Chinese take-out. Remind your husband of the nearest restaurant by leaving the phone number on a sticky-note on his iPhone—or his forehead.
And a harvest of righteousness is sown in peace by those who make peace.
- Marriage is Forever. You made a vow. You told God and your husband that you would love him for better or worse. That includes pathetic Mother’s Day habits. Remember, marriage is forever—Mother’s Day is only once a year.
When you vow a vow to God, do not delay paying it, for he has no pleasure in fools. Pay what you vow. It is better that you should not vow than that you should vow and not pay.
After almost eighteen years of marriage I’ve FINALLY learned gift-giving is not my husband’s love language, but, acts of service definitely are.
I recently shared with him, “I think I know what I want for Mother’s Day.”
“What?” His voice cracked in fear.
“I’d love it if the kids (you) cleaned out the garage and maybe took a run to the dumps.”
“Okay. Sounds good to me. How about we make you a nice breakfast before we get to work?” He smiled, looking relieved. This was something he could do no problem.
Now, let me share something I know but he doesn’t. Cleaning the garage is going to happen no matter what. We’re moving. It’s a no-brainer. So, why would I ask him to do something like that for me on Mother’s Day?
Because I know it makes him feel good to love me by doing an act of service. Plus, he’s a great dictator and is frighteningly energized after telling the kids what to do for hours. Win. Win.
So, what would I really like for Mother’s Day?
Runny eggs and lumpy pancakes sound good to me.
***What would YOU really like this Mother’s Day?***
Take the Five Love Languages test and see just what YOUR love language is. Better yet, have your husband take this test with you.
Give YOURSELF a Mother’s Day gift and order The Mean Mom’s Guide to Raising Great Kids.