A Perfect Mother’s Day

Dear Darling,

I’ve left you this not because you can’t handle making Mother’s Day special on your own, but because this year I’d love something other than the ‘gift of time spent with the kids’…at the zoo…while you golf.

So here is a description of my dream day…aspirational, perhaps. I’ll take any one of the below (nail polish included).

9:00 am – Wake up in a luxury hotel room, The Hazleton Hotel, for example. A night devoid of snores, sniffles and children’s coughs means I’ve had 10 solid hours of sleep. Room service and breakfast the next morning while watching Bridesmaids 2 (hey, it’s my fantasy) would be pure luxury.

10:30 am – I squeal with glee as I put on the new outfit delivered from Jonathan & Olivia. No time for extra vanity though, I’m off to Tips Nail Bar for a manicure, bringing my newest fave nail colour from Deborah Lippman that you ordered ahead of time and packed in my bag. 

11:30 am – Meet you and the kids at the corner of Avenue and Bloor, where we rent BIXI Bikes and ride to Live Food Bar for lunch. The entire family eats mouth-watering kale entrees and chickpea fries without complaint. (Yes, including you.)

1:30 pm – Apres lunch, feeling lean and green, I head solo to stretch it to the limit in a Michael DeCorte class at 889 Yoga.

2:30 pm – Did I just kiss the receptionist? Yes, I did. You would too if you were checking in for an Indian head massage at the Windsor Arms.

4:30 pm – Catch up with my besties on a sunny walk along the beach boardwalk where I gift them with a Suetables ‘Tracy Wishbone’ necklace. What better way to honour the power of mothers than supporting one in our own community?

6:00 pm – I head home for cuddles and kisses with the cutest kids ever and appreciate sweet custom-crafted ‘I love mommy’ messages made at ArtBarn. The sitter arrives—the one YOU booked—and we’re off to dine at Colborne Lane.

9:00 pm – Since it’s been a hotel hopping sort of day, we end it with drinks at DEQ. And while the Ritz is really nice, there’s no place like home, so we head back to ours, kiss our sleeping kids and hop into bed.

And people say mothers are hard to please. Tested by Alison R., Toronto