What Does Mom Really Want For Christmas

How Often Do You Hear, “What Does Mom Really Want For Christmas?”

As I was scouring the internet for gift ideas for my family I came across these really awesome blog posts by HappyHeartHappyHome and TrulyYoursA about what moms really want for Christmas. I thought this was such an awesome idea and it really hit home because my husband and children are forever asking what I want. The truth is, as great as the pictures for the walls and the coffee mugs are, what I really want is quite different.

I want to have “me” time; I’m not talking about some grand adventure or extended time away. I am talking about no family meetings while I am trying to urinate. I am talking about a morning coffee without playing ten million questions. I am talking about time to breathe!

I want someone else to cook dinner; Sometimes I just want someone else to cook dinner and I don’t mean that I want someone to order in or pour the Cheerios! I want someone to make magic in the kitchen and feed it to me!

I want the laundry folded; I know that it makes the most sense for me to do the laundry because I am the one at home with the washer and dryer, but once in a while, it would be nice for someone else to take ginch folding duty! (Note: My husband does help with this occasionally)

I want everyone to be happy and thankful: I know I’m not the superwoman of moms, I yell sometimes, I cook kraft dinner too much, and I’m a lump when I’m sick, but it would be nice to hear how awesome you think I am anyway! Give me hugs when I’m not expecting them, I am huggable even when it’s not bedtime! Don’t scream at me when I make broccoli for dinner, just say thank you and then feed it to the cat. Last of all, you can tell me how beautiful I am when I’m sick and have been wearing the same pair of pyjamas for the past week, honestly, that would be really nice!

I want more moments; I know this post has had a bit of a comedic tone so far but this is where it gets a little more serious. My children are now eight and five, I feel like the time just flew by. One moment I was complaining about how many poopy diapers there were and the next moment I’m teaching my second child to read. I need more time, more moments, more cuddles, and more memories! I need to embrace every moment of childhood that’s left so just humour me when I want to cuddle during a movie. Allow me to spend the day reading to you or let me be totally embarrassing when we go out because the truth is I am just soaking it all up!