A few weeks ago you suggested that one night we go to a hotel and enjoy fun things like room service and just “chilling”. I couldn’t think of anything better – the thought of a fluffy towel robe, king size bed and a buffet breakfast are exciting me for all the time, not just during a pregnancy when I crave all the comfort.
It seemed a bit excessive to pay around R1700 for a four-star hotel in Joburg for just one night, and while we could have stayed in a B&B or three-star hotel, it didn’t feel like the indulgent or luxe night I was after.
So I proposed an “experience” that might not have involved pancakes or waffles or breakfast, but one which involved great time together, which I treasured over the weekend, and which I’ll remember for a long time.
What I proposed was a weekend of just us – no other people, no work for me, minimal cellphone usage – and involving some of the things you love.
We had chatted about it for days, and I was so damn excited to have nothing to do on the weekend but spend time with you (and pop into The Body Shop for some shower gel on sale – sorry!)
The weekend started off with karate tournament training for you, and then we went to choose you a small LEGO, and one from your sister for your birthday next month. The day was then filled with your favourites – sushi, pizza, LEGO building and ice cream, and watching Karate Kid, and you loved driving around with me in the “tank” – the Ford Everest I’m driving around for the week.
Aside from the “stuff” though, the best thing was the time. The time spent doing everything, and nothing. The time during which nothing was pulling me away from you, and nothing was distracting me from just being with and chatting to you.
I guess it was more significant now, just weeks away from your sister’s birth, and while our time together is by no means fleeting, the dynamics of it are likely to change, and I’m already feeling a little heartsore and nostalgic, even.
I want to write more about it here – my feelings about going from us to us plus one is wonderful and a bit scary. And I will. The closer I get to the due date, the more the feelings are rising up.
For now though, thank you for the amazing time together. I will make a point of creating more extended mom-Max times like this again.
PS: Not a photo was taken on the weekend as my phone was barely around. I’m sorry I don’t have picture memories of the fun, but not that sorry.
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