What are “reasonable” expectations? Are you comfortable with those you have and, presumably, honor? I was thinking about some of the expectations I have and considering their degree of realism. I think I do ok with most of them. My problem comes when I allow something external to start putting the squeeze on me – like Hallmark or Madison Avenue. That’s when I’m sure to be dissatisfied.
When I recently wrote my list of Mother’s Day wishes, I didn’t think I was asking for all that much. Most of the items had more to do with thoughtfulness than money. I thought it was a reasonable list of expectations. Shall I share how many I received and how it made me feel?
There were 10 “things” on the list. Three were delivered, a number I can accept. Well, was actually more like 2 were completely met and two were partially met, which I decided to count as three. I’m almost always able to see the positive, and the overall spirit of my wish or expectation was met. For instance, I didn’t have to get up prematurely to take Jeter out, because he wasn’t home yet from Center Square. That sort of thing. So, three done with one more that I’m going to nail before the day is done.
Today, in the morning, I was disappointed. There was very little showering of attention and there wasn’t a single sweet bakery treat. I washed and folded four loads of laundry and thawed some chicken for dinner. I decided I no longer wanted to go out. I did some puttering around the house, a little garden weeding and then spontaneously joined friends for a glass of prosecco. The day started to shift.
I came home and prepared a beautiful dinner of slightly charred chicken with two marinades, grilled local asparagus and a fantastic kale and pear side dish. The boys set the table with minimal protest. They helped to clean up following dinner, as well. When the kitchen was tidied up, I headed down to the Normanskill for a walk, minus any FLB, but Jeter with riding shotgun.
I saw the end of my day in sight. A walk, some writing, a run, a shower and in between the fresh sheets. My annoyance with the FLB and their fail for Mother’s Day began to roll off my shoulders. What did it matter? Why are flowers or candy any more special because they arrive on a specified holiday? Isn’t it more enjoyable to receive some acknowledgement of our value on a day when our children are inspired, rather than pressured? Who cares? Or, more specifically, why should I care?
So, Jeter had his first swim (not as much of a natural as Cassidy), I had a walk in the sunshine and now, my run beckons. The day didn’t go as expected, but it still was a day of sunshine, good food, new experiences, friends, bubbles, exercise, and being a mom to three “boys.”
Hope your Mother’s Day expectations were met equally well.