Please don’t get me a Mother’s Day gift.
Yes, I mean it.
Seriously.
Kevin and I just had this conversation last night. I knew he would have to work the Saturday
morning before Mother’s Day—thus is the life of a person with a very deadline
oriented job—and I really didn’t want him spending all afternoon away from me,
too, looking for a gift.
“Please don’t go buy me something I probably don’t need and
probably don’t want. Just come home and
hang out with me.”
Actually, I asked him to help me pick up the house because
we are hosting Mother’s Day, with our immediate family and another family whose
mom is here from out of town.
The best way you can love me, honey, is to VACUUM.
I think there is something to the five love languages
theory. Although the example of
vacuuming would be an act of service, what I really love is spending time with
the people I love, especially if it means experiencing something new with them.
I don’t want more stuff.
I like clean lines and I hate clutter and if I really need something I
can probably just go buy it myself. What
I really value is experiences.
Experiences are way more important to me than things. Time is valuable, and scarce, and so when
someone shares it with me, that really speaks to me.
If you insist on giving me something, then what I would
really like is a note or a homemade card from the kids. Homemade cards are the best.
So, hang out with me.
Go on random adventures with me.
It can be a small thing or a big thing [someday I want to ride a hot air
balloon, by the way]. Let’s experience
life together.
