Another Mother’s Day has come and gone, and I still find it strange when people tell me “Happy Mother’s Day.” Sometimes I think I feel like a parent, but don’t always feel like a “mom.” I think part of this is the fact that I don’t have the primary child-care responsibilities in our family (although I pull my weight at home best I can!) I think that I struggle to figure out what my role as a working parent really is, especially as a working mom, who is lucky enough to have a stay-at-home dad for a partner.
Still, I’m not going to argue with some of the great Mother’s Day perks: A fantastic breakfast, not having to deal with diapers and a chance to relax in the front yard while I watched LP play with the neighborhood kids. All in all, it was a really wonderful Mother’s Day (even with my musings on the gender issues we face in parenthood!)
I’m loving LP’s sense of humor lately. He has always had a great laugh, but lately he has figured out how to make jokes himself, which is hilarious! The latest is that we sing “Row, row, row your boat” and then he fills in the words “boat” “stream” and “dream.” But it just gets more and more funny when he substitutes “hat” for all three, or “shoes” and “boots.” What is great is that, with each refrain of “row, row, row your HAT” he says “HAT” and then laughs like a hyena. Seriously, an LP laugh like that might be my new favorite sound!
So, what do you give a (massive!) pregnant vegan mom for Mother’s Day brunch? The G-man made tofu scramble, tempeh bacon and chocolate chip waffles and I was in hog heaven! We ended the day with a grocery store splurge (still cheaper than a take-out splurge) and got Daiya and Tofutii sour cream and made nachos. It was delicious and I got my spicy jalapeno fix!