Material Girl….I Mean Grown Woman

I am a materialistic person. I am not ashamed of it. I like nice things. I treat myself to the occasional ridiculously expensive pair of shoes. I always make sure my daughter goes out dressed to the nines. I like to look nice and feel good. I am proud of my home, my family and whatever most recent present my husband gave me.

Wow.

I sound like those girls in high school I didn’t like to hang out with.

But I’m not all that bad. I think I am a good person….in general. I am kind and polite. I am a billion percent grateful for everything I have. I like to think I’m not snooty. But I do think wanting nice things does not make me a bad person.

But yeah, I guess you could say I’m kind of a brat.

Not all the time. For 361 days of the year you would think I am completely normal. It’s the present times-birthdays, anniversaries, Valentine’s Day and now because I’ve birthed a child, Mother’s Day-that the monster emerges.

I reaaaaaaalllllllly like presents. Good ones. Not underwear (unless they are those sassy silky Victoria’s Secret ones). Not nail files (unless they come with a whole day at the spa) and not lamo t-shirts (unless they are maternity shirts that say Hooters-wouldn’t that be AWESOME?).

So yeah, Sunday. BIG DAY. Yes, I did sit back and reflect on how wonderful it was to be a mother. Yes, I did call my Mommy and tell her how much I love and appreciate her. And yes, I sure did love not having to feel guilty about my husband changing diapers. But let’s just be honest, it was a BIG DAY because Mommy’s Day means Mommy’s getting presents!

Now I don’t know if it’s because he loves me or because he fears me, but my husband outdid himself as per usual. There was fancy this and sweet that. We all had a fantastic day. So why when I think about my 3rd mother’s day do I not think about the fancy shmancy gifts?

Every year I’ve gotten great wonderful things. A #1 Mommy robe, beautiful jewelry, a day at the spa-just amazing things that I am so happy with and grateful for. But this year, among my fancy massage and my luxurious dinner lies the most memorable present I have ever gotten.

Dirt.

Apparently while I was off getting my fancy massage my husband and daughter went to the store and picked out flowers and bushes and plants they thought I would like. Then they dug up and mulched the lawn by the walk way and planted them. They basically relandscaped the front walk just to make me happy.

My husband and my daughter working together to do something to make me smile. It’s a lot more of a challenge than picking out the right necklace, exotic trip or Hooters labeled tshirt. And the fact that they both contributed (though the pain in my husband’s back that night might have showed that he contributed a bit more) and they both did it for me- wow. I am all touched and amazed and mushy on the inside.


But no Honey, this does not mean you and Princess Peanut can just finger paint me a portrait for my birthday. As we have discussed several times, I want a pony.