"Maybe we shouldn't have kids."
"We could just travel all the time and retire when we're 50."
"We'd be so rich."
Season tickets and luxury labels held a lot of appeal to our twenty something selves. If you'd asked back then we'd have quickly named a son and daughter Tony Gwynn and Kate Spade and loved them for all eternity.
Then along came our replacement for cashmere. He snuggled his way into our world looking like Mr. Magoo and easily turning our late night nachos into late night lullabies. My affinity for high end boutiques morphed into an obsession with the best stroller.
The following year I was barely back into my designer jeans and we found out that I needed to start shopping for maternity clothes. Again. I'd almost been fooled into thinking that by carrying my Coach diaper bag I could feel just like I did before my precious baby boy. Suddenly I needed a double stroller and two sizes of diapers. My caviar dreams of E giving me a new anniversary band each time I delivered another perfect offspring faded as spring came along and we tried to figure out how to cram another person into our tiny little beach cottage.
Then the tiniest pink dream was born and I swear she had a luxury tax invoice attached to her umbilical cord. Hair bows to match every darling outfit were an ABSOLUTE necessity. Any day of the week would find me choosing a frilly something for her instead of browsing Salon shoes for myself.
Several years and several Mother's Days later my priorities are crystal clear. Admittedly, I have dreamed more than one night now about the Michele Caber Park watch with the champagne leather band, but tuition and new track shoes always come first. And my Mother's Day was the most priceless 16 hours of my life.
Bedside breakfast delivered with tremendous pride.
And a brand new custom stadium seat. It has their names on it with a soccer ball and a baseball as the vowels and it says I'm their Mom.
To say it's my prize possession is a gross understatement. On Monday, Thursday and Saturday this week I'll be sitting in that seat with my heart on my sleeve and without the designer watch. And I'll still think I'm the richest girl in the world.
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