My husband and I have a date every Friday or Saturday. This date may include a movie, a football game, bowling, or whatever form of entertainment we choose to partake in. While the entertainment fluctuates, one thing remains constant: our dining choice.
Cafe Rio. Cafe Rio. Thinking about it makes my mouth water. At this restaurant, we always choose the steak salad. The delicious lettuce, steak, rice, black beans, and other trimmings mixed with the delightful creamy tomatillo house dressing makes for a delicous dinner.
This tradition kept me going through my very tough pregnancy. It also serves as my busy husband’s weekend salvation. I do enjoy everyday I am with my children; it is the reprieve from cooking and dishes that I crave.
I never thought the day would come that I would have to give up this delightful tradition. Yet, my dear newborn has requested that I not eat spicy foods.
“Give up Cafe Rio?!” I exclaimed.
“Waaa Waaa Wah!” He cried back. Until 2 am. Until Daddy said, “Let me give him some formula, please!”
Supplementing with formula did not bother me nearly as much as giving up my Cafe Rio.
“Please!” I have pleaded. “Let me eat my steak salad with creamy tomatillo dressing! I cannot make it through a weekend without it!” My cries have availed me nothing. The spiciness hurts Manly’s tummy, so I must give up the treasure.
I have sacrificed a few things for motherhood. Most things surround my atrocious pregnancies: medications, food, sleep. Others include trips, a career, higher education, more sleep, and money.
I have never regretted these things. I know that each child needed to come when they did. I also know that if I want to have a big family and finish having kids before 30, I needed to sacrifice a few “fun” things during my 20’s.
Each day I wake up with gratitude for my healthy, beautiful children. I give thanks for my wonderful, devoted husband. I pray that I will be a better mother. I pray that I will nurture my children’s development.
While I could have become a very successful researcher, professor, or counselor, I know my place (at least right now) is with my children. I still have a goal of getting a Masters (and maybe a Ph.d) later on in my life. As for now, I am earning my degree in motherhood. I am getting an advanced education in child development. I am learning how to be patient, to love unfailingly, to rely on God.
I willingly gave up many things to become a mother. I will even give up my Cafe Rio. Maybe not as willingly. That’s how much I love my children.