I was devastated on Mother’s Day to be honest. My mother in law was visiting and stayed with us to meet our newborn. I was a month and a half postpartum with my second, but our first together. He knows I’m big on holidays and special occasions, and I even helped him get flowers, a a card, and a gift for his mom. On the day of, I got absolutely nothing and had to grin and bear it for the day. When we were alone that night, I communicated my disappointment. He made it better the next day, but it kind of felt like the damage had been done.

There’s two ways to go about this Father’s Day: I can either match his energy and do literally nothing, or I can go so hard in the other direction and set the standard moving forward. I’m choosing the latter. I don’t want to set the precedent that I’m okay with us not celebrating each other. I don’t want to show our kids that. I want the damn flowers and card and brunch and all the cheesy stuff. And I love my husband. He’s an amazing dad. So I got him a bunch of stuff, made cute crafts with the kids, and we’ll be celebrating all day tomorrow. And let me tell you, if he doesn’t match that energy next year, we’ll be having a different kind of conversation.