“Alone Time is when I distance myself from the voices of the world so I can hear my own.” ~ Oprah Winfrey
“What do you want for Mothers’ Day?”, my husband asked one day.
Honestly, I really don’t know. Money would not even be an issue. Not because we have loads of it (which we don’t), but I think the thing that I want the most cannot be bought in a store. We already have more than enough material things, both for me and my family. God knows I’m even trying to Marie-Kondo barely used toys/clothes/random stuff for the condo, so adding more things does not really appeal to me right now.
If I was really honest with myself, what I want is uninterrupted sleep, a good massage, peace and quiet. That would be so heavenly! But I cannot do that even in my own home, because I would think about the next meal or the next load of laundry, or answer the next phone call from work. Even if I locked myself in the bedroom, my daughter would still know that I’m there, and I cannot resist her even if my body and soul are so, so, so tired from the daily grind.
So lo and behold, the husband gifts me with a night off— an overnight stay in a hotel where I can relax and do whatever I want. He will take care of the house and our daughter for the meantime.
It really is a wonderful and thoughtful gift! I toyed with the idea for a while, before settling down on a weeknight— my MIL was home to also help around the house, and my boss was in vacation leave so no meetings will be called. I packed my luggage on a Thursday, and off I checked into a modest hotel.
The room is not so big and not too expensive, but it has all the amenities that I needed— a spa, a rooftop bar, free wifi, and nearby grocery in case I need anything.
I’m no stranger to hotels. We often go to staycations as a family, and we are often billeted by the office on business-related events. But to stay in a hotel just to relax and be my self… this is definitely a first! First time to not think about taking care of other people’s food and clothes (what to order for room service, fix the toys and clothes, etc) and first time to not hurry because of early call times (ingress, start of a meeting, etc). No time but my own time— to write and blog and finish my next chapter, stan and ship my Tumblr feeds, read bff eBooks, drink my Moscato, splurge on an hour of Swedish massage, and enjoy the city skyline by the rooftop, without the guilt.
Is Mothers’ Day supposed to be celebrated without your family? Is it ironic to be alone without your family, on Mothers’ Day? I’ll have a couple of those over the weekend, for sure. But to feel like myself again… to remember how and who I was before I was a working mom, juggling responsibilities and to-do’s, is the best healing time for a tired working Mom. If I give this time to myself, I know that I can give more of me to my family and to my company, to everyone who demands every little part of me every other day of the year.
For now, I am thankful for this time. I wish every Mom would also get a chance to let go and feel free and enjoy life and be herself, even for just a little while…sans the guilt.
Happy Mothers’ Day to all Working Moms, and to all loving, hardworking Moms! No matter how you spend your day, know that you are loved and appreciated by your family and the people around you. Cheers!