I really hope you’re paying attention. Its that time of the year again when you need to make sure that you bestow ALL the praise, glory and most of all gifts on the woman who carried you around for 9 months and has the stretch marks to prove it. And by the way, in addition to your own sweet mother, you better be sure to remember the mother of your children too. If you don’t, well no one can help you from the deep freeze you’re about to experience. Oh yes, the 9 months per child of bloating, weight gain, exhaustion, insatiable hunger and uncontrollable nausea earned the women in your life a whole day in their honour. Every year. And God help you if you forget it.
As for me, I have every intention of languishing through the whole day. Would I like coffee in bed? Why yes, that would be lovely? Oh should we go out for brunch (and lunch and dinner too)? Certainly, that sounds divine. What was that? You want to fold those loads of laundry and clean up the kitchen? Sure, that would be fabulous. I’ll suck every last second of laziness out of the day and hold it tight in my heart to get me through to next year. I will.
In other Mom news. I was quite taken by old Princess Kate. She kind of blew me away this week. So much so that I was a little skeptical of the timeline of her labor and delivery of the sweet brand new Princess Charlotte.
You see, I just happened to be flying home from London Heathrow that day. I was about to board the flight and my phone buzzed with the the BBC alert that the Princess was in labor. My first instinct was “Thank God neither of my birth stories began with a Breaking News Alert.” Then I climbed on the plane, took a Gravol and proceeded to sleep for the next 8 hours (see how much I relish the lazy?). I was awoken by the crackle of the PA through the airplane full of Brits and Commonwealthers like me with the announcement that the Princess was safely “delivered” of a daughter. About an hour later as we landed in Vancouver and my iPhone popped back on 3G, there was the photo of Kate, Wills and little Charlotte (Char? Lottie? Cher?) all perfectly dressed, coiffed, make-upped and packing in the car to go home.
What. The. F*CK?
So I started to do the math. 8hrs + 1hr and carry the 2. No. 8hrs + 3hrs for a media blackout + 1hr on the final approach and… I couldn’t make it add up. When I had my kids the first 2 weeks (let alone the first 8 HOURS) were a complete disaster. We’re talking lucky if I showered, tear-ravaged, hunched over, pain managing, boob swelling good times. I couldn’t bear the thought of guests coming to drop us dinner and see the baby (oh, just for a second) let alone standing in front of the Lindo Wing for a full photo call with the world press. Aside from the dream team that was required to help Kate get to that state (and for the love of God, do not read that as criticism because if I were her I would insist on 3 times as many glammers and groomers to get myself into shape for the scrutiny of a world press media hit), the grace and sheer patience that she must have to be able to pull that off with a genuine smile on her face is not only inspiring, its unbelievable.
Can you imagine their car ride home? How many times did he have to thank her? How many times did she utter the words “You owe me?” Not to mention the serious amount of red and gold Cartier boxes that greeted her arrival back at Kensington Palace must’ve been nothing short of phenomenal. At least, I hope it was.
Her beloved departed Mother-in-Law won the hearts and minds of the masses as “The People’s Princess”. With that move, Kate just made herself the universal “Mother’s Princess”. Godspeed Katy Cambridge. Godspeed.