A couple of nights per week, my daughter started inviting me to her “spa”. It just suddenly started about a month ago…and I’ve been enjoying every single second of it!
She books appointments with various therapists for me, all of whom are her with different names. Each therapist calls me by my first name. At this age, it’s just so cute when she says my name instead of “mommy”. I’m sure it won’t be so cute when she’s screaming it at me when she’s 16 years old – LOL! Each therapist also informs me if they are running late, and explains what service they are providing prior to actually starting.
I lay on our leather ottoman in the living and by the end of my time at her spa, I have received a back massage (which consists of her walking on my back…she’s not allowed to get any bigger!), a back rub, a face massage, a head massage, my hair being brushed, arm massage for the wrist I fractured, pretend tattoos and sometimes even pretend makeup application.
What can I say? I’m a very lucky mom to have such an imaginative daughter!