Love + Appreciation = Best Mothers Day Ever

Chinese water torture is a method of torture in which water is slowly dripped onto a person’s forehead, allegedly driving the victim insane (source: Wikipedia) The rain has been epic in Vancouver this spring. The love-child of Vancouver’s coastal mountains and La Nina has made for a particularly endless winter. April showers have brought May showers this year and according to the Old Farmers Almanac, there will be no reprieve until September. While I wait for Expedia’s engine’s to find me a good deal to somewhere warm, I will try to warm your heart with my lovely Mothers Day Off.

My Mothers Day began on Saturday. We drove up to Whistler with a truckload of bikes, kayaks, rugs, and art. And then instead of being relegated to cleaning and unpacking, my husband sent me straight to the Scandinave Spa, a Nordic (read: outdoor) spa retreat for a massage with instructions to steam, soak and sauna “for as long as I’d like.” One fabulous massage, two big chapters and three hours later, I came home to a clean house, hubby’s famous BBQ’d ribs and the Canucks playoff hockey!

Sunday morning I was woken gently by my smiling boys and a gluten-free, low carb (!) breakfast in bed. The breakfast tray was festooned with lovely handmade cards that I will cherish forever. My oldest gave me a jar of statements that all begin with “I love you when…” that he told me to read whenever I get upset with him. Precious!

Soon after we hopped on our bikes for our first bike ride of the year. We found ourselves at the lovely Nita Lake Lodge that was holding a brunch to end all brunches – have you ever had grilled sunchokes and fried kale? YUM! Apparently, Nita Lake Lodge has stolen the sous-chef and half the staff from the acclaimed Bearfoot Bistro and it really shows! Well done!

After filling our bellies with omelets and mimosas, we jumped back on our bikes for a big ride that ended too abruptly when my 7 year old took a corner too quickly and had his bike skid out from under him, knocking his front tooth on the handlebars on the way down. We searched for 30 minutes, looking for a little tooth amongst the pea gravel, in vain. Unable to convince him to get back on his two wheeled horse, we headed back home.

The sun shone and the younger children napped, while my husband and oldest son took the kayaks out for their maiden voyage. I had one hour of complete peace and quiet and did some reading. Bliss!

Family hottub. And still no fighting amongst the boys. I’m not sure if they planned it that way, but that was the best present ever!

And then when I thought things couldn’t get any better, they took me to dinner at the RimRock Cafe. My favourite! I had the Wild Mushroom Risotto with fresh Grilled Vegetables with tomato, basil beurre blanc and I’m still salivating at the mere thought of it.

I share this not to brag though I guess it can’t be denied that I am a little. I share this to give my family their props and to let them know that I am grateful for the love and the appreciation they showed me on my Mothers Day Off. I know I’m a lucky mom. Indeed, some women get a sinkful of dirty dishes for Mother’s Day.

When I ask men what their getting their wives for Mother’s Day, some have the audacity to say, “She’s not my mother!” Agreed, but you still need to show your wife that you appreciate her for being your kids’ mother. You’d want that kind of husband for your daughter.

I love the saying, “the best gift a man can give to his children is to love their mother.”

And don’t forget, a happy wife is a happy life.

I’m so happy!
Love Lucie

Mothers Day Off

Are you the kind of mom who loves to spend Mother’s Day with her kids – eating cold lumpy eggs with a smile, getting bread crumbs lodged in your panties as the kids devour your breakfast in bed for you? Or do you take the opportunity (if offered) to run for the hills, or at least to the spa?

My kids usually make me breakfast in bed, juice and buttered toast as they’re not allowed to turn on the stove without an adult present. This meal “fit for a Mother” is delivered by 3 proud kids on a tray resplendent with hand-picked dandelions and homemade treasures they’ve made at school. I love this tradition except for the mucky butter knife left on the counter and puddles of juice spotting the floor from the kitchen to my bedroom. I nibble on the toast, trying not to wonder if they washed their hands before buttering my toast. My husband says I can suck the joy out of things sometimes, and sometimes I have to agree.

Mothers Day is kind of weird for us mothers with mothers, mothers-in-law, and grandmothers too. Who do we celebrate? Not many men can organize brunch for 20, remembering their moms, aunts, grandmothers and children, so it usually falls to us to take care of everyone but ourselves.

I envy my friends who organize family bike rides on Mothers Day, complete with elegant 3 course picnic dinners for all to enjoy. If I tried that I’m sure one of my sons would be wailing because his brother “accidentally” rode his bike into him and refused to say sorry, one kid would go on strike and refuse to pedal any further, my husband would gag at the sight of the egg salad even though its my favourite food and my picnic blanket would be overrun by hungry ants.

I’d love my Mothers day to be a sunny ski/golf/spa/beach day, my belly full of egg salad and bacon and mimosas, accompanied by my happy-to-be-with-me fresh smelling children and loving husband.

Every day is Mothers Day – we cook, clean, work, counsel, cajole, launder, kiss boo-boos, check homework, and shop for groceries. I propose we rebrand Mothers Day and call it Mother’s Day Off, because that’s really what we want (plus a little appreciation).

And remember it’s Mothers Day, not Mothers Brunch, so make sure you get your 24 hours worth! Feet up ladies!

Love Lucie