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On her First Mother’s Day, please spoil her rotten

Dear husband of first-time Moms,

I am writing this to you because this might not seem so obvious. Maybe you’re one of those people who say things like “Valentines is just a way to milk money out of guilty husbands who ignore their wives 364 days in a year”, or “Santa Claus is capitalism in a fat suit”. Maybe you hate crowds and being a bandwagoner. Or you tell yourself that you don’t need an occasion to tell your wife she’s an awesome mother.

All valid (though the Santa bit is a bit of a gray area). But let me tell you this: if this is your wife’s first Mother’s Day, please PLEASE pull out all the stops.

Think about it. If this is her first Mother’s Day, it means that she probably is still healing from the delivery, whether Caesarian or normal. She will probably not have lost that baby weight, and is saddled with insecurities every time she looks at herself in the mirror. Maybe she is struggling with postpartum depression, maybe she isn’t. But she certainly is overwhelmed AF, struggling with providing for the 24/7 needs of a little human being completely dependent on her. She is up at 3am everyday, nursing or pumping — some days feeling nothing but pure waves of love for the creature on her lap, but some days thinking longingly of night outs with friends or date nights with you and feeling the weight of isolation.

So no, her first Mother’s Day is ABSOLUTELY not the time to talk about how it’s all Hallmark commercial crap and hell no you’re not a sucker. Spoil her, fuss over her, pamper her, tell her she’s beautiful, because guess what, she’s flailing. And she needs a day when it’s not about her baby, it’s not about your cute new family, it’s about HER.

So please daddies, go crazy on the First. ☺️

P.S. I personally didn’t have a pull-out-all-the-stops First Mother’s Day. But it was because we had just arrived from an emotional trip to the Netherlands with our then two-month-old where we said goodbye to my father in law. My Mother’s Day celebration was at a Chinese restaurant at the mall closest to our house, on the Monday after. It wasn’t exactly what I imagined, but it was the best at the time. ❤️

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