There are many times when I'm glad I'm at this point in my life. I have a nice house, a great husband and a wonderful, adorable little girl. I don't want to go through those awkward tween and early teen years again. I don't think I have enough energy to go through four years of college again. But, sometimes, it would be nice just to be somebody's kid again.
I know I'm always my parents' daughter. But occasionally it would be nice to be pampered again.
I recall mornings at my parents' house where my Mom would bring me a cup of coffee in the morning. Right out of bed, I'd have a nice, hot cup waiting for me. There were also the times she'd whip up an egg and toast for me. In the evening it might be a small dish of ice cream, just because. If I looked even the slightest bit chilly, I'd soon find Mom draping an afghan over my lap. If my muscles in my shoulder knotted up, she'd rub it out. Mom's just like a little mini spa, I suppose, bringing a cup of tea and soothing by body, too.
It must be a mother thing. Keith's mom will offer me a cup of tea during evenings at her house. She rubbed my lower back when I was pregnant. What I have noticed, however, is that this is not an innate husband thing. Keith doesn't drink coffee and has never learned to make it. He also doesn't drink tea or go gaga for sweets. Breakfast is not his thing, either, so you won't find him scrambling eggs or making pancakes. If I want him to bring me a glass of iced tea or rub my back, I actually have to ask.
Sometimes I want to scream, "Hey, Mommies need a Mommy, too!" While Keith is obviously not my Mom, I think he might get the hint from that. I'm crossing my fingers for fresh, hot coffee and a warm muffin or bagel right now.
But until my crossed fingers works, it seems if I want pampered as a grownup I need to start training my daughter now. I know that I, like my mother and Keith's mother, will probably pamper her at various times during her whole life. It's a mother's perogative, after all. But I'm going to teach her about coffee and some sort of breakfast treat, so when it comes time for Mommy's birthday or Mother's Day she can turn around and treat me like a kid.