When I was pregnant with Eliza and unsure of what kind of mother I'd be, my father said, "One thing I know for sure, you have a lot of love to give."
He wasn't wrong. It turns out I have so much love, oodles and oodles of it. Mount Vesuvius sized oodles of it, just bubbling beneath the surface, waiting to be lavished on some one worthy enough.
I filled little gift bags with small gifts for the girls: matching swimsuits, strawberry shortcake coloring books, one age appropriate book for each girl, new toothbrushes and a little chocolate. The way Eliza acted, you'd have thought I'd given her a million dollars or at least the key to the universe.
The way I see it, a Mama's got a few good years, a few years where she's the equivalent of kings. A simple goody bag or home made Italian ice has the power to make her little girl's day. An oversized Tinkerbell card is good enough to go into bed with her daughter at the end of a wonderful day. When I walked by Eliza's room after bedtime tonight, I saw her lying in bed with her Tinkerbell valentine in her hands. Beside her on the floor was her little goody bag.
I could lament my lack of a mate but that doesn't bother me in the slightest. I suppose when my girls have their own mates, I'll feel alone and neglected. Or maybe, I'll buy myself flowers, treat myself to a nice dinner and look back on the photos from those days when I, just an average mama, was truly the equivalent of a king.