How to Enjoy Mother’s Day Without your Sailor/Significant Other

005Mother’s Day is just around the corner.

Because I’m married to a sailor, I’ve spent numerous Mother’s Days as the only adult in the house. What does that mean in terms of celebrating? There’s no one to plan breakfast in bed, order a pretty bouquet or even pick up a box of drugstore chocolates on the way home.

You’re on your own, baby, but that doesn’t mean the day has to be bleak and miserable.

Here are my suggestions to plan a special Mother’s Day even if you’re the one doing the planning.

1. Think positive! Don’t focus on what you won’t be getting. (And really, is breakfast in bed worth having to deal with the sticky pillows and crumbs in the sheets? I didn’t think so!) Sure, it’s tough being on your own with the kids whether it’s only for a few days or forever. But raising children is amazingly rewarding. Remember how lucky you are to have a family not how unappreciated and overworked you are.

2. Treat yourself! I like to celebrate Mother’s Day with the person who calls me mom, so for me it’s lunch out with my boy, but don’t feel guilty if you need some grown up time. It’s your day. Do whatever floats your boat and enjoy it.

3. Plan ahead! My worst Mother’s Day involved driving from restaurant to restaurant with my hungry boy whining in the back seat . Every place was full because…wait for it…it was Mother’s Day. You know it’s coming so spare yourself a visit to Self Pity City and make reservations ahead of time.

4. Avoid disappointment! If you want a little treat for yourself, don’t leave your shopping until the last minute. One year all I wanted was a simple bunch of grocery store flowers. Could I find any on the day before Mother’s Day? Of course not! Everybody else had the same idea for their mom. If you want something traditional like flowers or chocolates, shop early while there’s still some available.

Happy Mother’s Day to all the great moms out there!

The Gift of Time

Sunday afternoon my sailor had some man stuff to do (tracking down a bunch of boats he’d found on Used Victoria.)

My boy needed a new hoodie so the two of us headed to the mall. We used to shop together all the time, but now–not so much.

My boy’s not a browser like me so our day at the mall only lasted about fifteen minutes–the time it took to try on three almost identical hoodies and select the preferred model.

On the way home we passed a movie theatre.

“Hey,” my boy said. “The Amazing Spider Man starts in fifteen minutes. Do you think we could watch it?”

I had about sixteen different things to do at home. It was Spider Man. (Did I mention I’m terrified of spiders and I don’t much like action movies based on comic books?)


During the credits my boy gave me the Coles notes version of the first Amazing Spider Man. (Apparently this was a sequel.)

Afterwards we discussed the finer points of the plot and the possibility of another chapter in the franchise.

An entire afternoon out with my boy! It was the best Mother’s Day present I could have asked for.

I don’t even need a card on Sunday.