Happy Birthday Mommy! :)
Posted by: BabyNico / Category: Baby Life, Mommy Stress Busters in a JiffyI know you’re supposed to launch a blog contest a month before your birthday.
I know you’re supposed to re-design my blog two weeks before your birthday.
I know you’re supposed to post this and that seven days before your birthday.
I know you’re supposed to write some stuff, do some stuff, buy some stuff…
But you never get to do them.
It’s ok Mommy, you were there for me all the time
You have given me all the prizes that a good boy like me deserves, feels like I won every contest but the biggest contest of them all is the “Best Mommy in the World”!
You designed my life to be colorful and magical even if you are struggling to meet ends, still, you never fail to make sure I get all I need and even all I want (with Daddy’s help too!).
You posted all the wonderful things that a Mommy can post about her son, you are so proud of me and you’ve shown to the world how happy you are that I came into your life.
You’ve been busy with work Mommy, writing this and that, then your computer crashed and you have to rewrite everything. I saw you cried and struggled, but still you had time to play with me, talk to me, cook for me, feed me, give me a bath, read my books, take a walk with me… even when the nanny’s around. And if that isn’t enough, I saw you even took a part-time writing job just to make sure you got all my needs and wants covered. You bought so many stuff for me, it’s like you grew addicted to seeing me smile when I see I have a new shirt or a new pair of shoes. Or if you replaced my toothbrush with a musical one or buy me a new cap, a new bag, a new pen and notebook, a new everything! You are so happy even if you didn’t even buy yourself anything… nahh.. maybe except for the bottles of shampoo and conditioner, you’re addicted to making your hair beautiful too — long, shiny, straight — beautiful!
But well, that’s my Mommy!

And you even have time for Daddy, chatting with him whenever you had the chance because you miss him so much. I even hear you cry at night Mommy, wishing Daddy’s here with us. I know how you feel Mom, I miss him too and I wish we’re together everyday. But as you always tell me, it won’t be long, we’ll be together soon, very soon, and we’ll never part. So hold on Mommy
And then you have time for GrandMa and GrandPa too. Every weekend we visit them. You make me happy by letting me see GrandMa and GrandPa and have them carry me, kiss me, and put my head on their shoulders, then I get to see my aunts and cousins and play with them, and I have fun all the time, laughing, running and screaming!
And now, we’re even celebrating your birthday with them with a splash!
So you see Mommy, you have done all that you’re supposed to do… except for one — do something for yourself. I know, you’ll say “I’m happy that my son is happy” or “I’m ok that my Mom and Dad and sisters are happy, I’m happy too”. That’s fine I guess. But what about doing something for yourself to make you happy? I know Daddy makes you happy everytime you see his handsome face and his heart-warming smile or hear his sweet voice as you are happy when you see me smile or hear me trying hard to talk, but there are other things that would make you happy and relaxed Mom. Take a time out from work, even just for a day. Go pamper yourself. Go to a spa, have a relaxing massage. Change the colors of your nails, or your hair if you fancy that
Buy new clothes, new shoes, new bags, new jewelry, new books
Indulge yourself. You earned it. You work so hard to make other people happy, time to make yourself happy too, it’s your birthday!
Oh Mom! I really wish other people would make you happy too. I for one want so much to see you happy and I know Dad feels the same way. I wish nobody would hurt you anymore and make you cry. I wish people would stop judging you and just let you be happy. I wish you’ll get all you hoped for — a simple, happy life with me and Daddy. I wish you the best on your birthday Mommy. You deserve that and more!
Happy Birthday Mommy… I love you so much.









