A dazzling push present, or as some see it, your first Mother’s Day gift, is something I’ve always dreamed of. My husband hands me a tiny robin-egg-blue box, saying, “for my beautiful wife, who gave me the most beautiful gift in the world, a precious baby girl”.
But, Oh wait, that’s right, my husband hates RomComs, so a sentence like that will never come out of his mouth. *sigh* He’s just a very rational and smart guy with a soft side, which is one of the reasons I love him so much. Usually I’m a confident, independent lady boss, who is able to juggle her career, the housekeeping and the raising of two little girls and a big, usually dead-tired husband. But every once in a while, especially when Aunt Flo comes to visit and I feel a little (okay… a lot) insecure, he manages to make me feel like a princess.
Whenever I’m in need of a really corny romantic moment, all I need is a good binge session on Netflix, with some candles, a cuddly blanket… and a tub of Ben & Jerry. (Cookie dough, of course!)
So, when my youngest daughter turned four months old and there still wasn’t a push present sparkling on my finger, despite countless subtle and less subtle hints, I had a little “I don't need a man to make it happen” moment, and decided that If my husband wouldn’t buy me a push present, I would get one myself. Hah.