5 Realistic Things Every Mama Wants Her Baby Daddy to Get Her This Christmas

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Every year when Christmas rolls around, I find myself having a hard time answering the question from my husband, “So, what do you want for Christmas this year?” Because if I’m being really honest, I want to take a 2 week trip to St. Lucia and lay on a beach with absolutely zero responsibility other than doing whatever the heck I want.

But since we all know that isn’t happening, here are 5 realistic things that every mama wants her baby daddy to get her this Christmas that he can keep surprising her with all year round. So guys, listen up!

1. Ask me out on a date… and then plan it.

Sometimes a woman wants to feel pursued the way she did during your dating years. A really tangible way to do this is to ask her on a date. But don’t just ask her… plan it out with her heart in mind. Does she have a favorite restaurant? Make reservations. Does she enjoy being outdoors? Find a new trail she hasn’t hiked yet. Does she like to go salsa dancing? Find a comfortable pair of shoes and get on the dance floor! Being intentional to ASK and then MAKE IT HAPPEN is such a big thing to us mamas. We love to still be pursued and romanced.

2. Bring her home a surprise every once in a while.

There is nothing that shocks a mama more than when her man brings her home a surprise. It could be anything – her favorite drink from Starbucks, a bouquet of flowers, her favorite magazine, even her favorite snack. Just knowing that you took the time to think of her when you were out will mean the world to her and doing this every once in a while will hit a sweet spot in her heart.

3. Give the woman a nap – often.

Mamas always seem to be tired and the one thing that we don’t get enough of is sleep, especially in the early years of parenting. But men, uninterrupted naps are where it’s at. Even if it’s just once a week, getting an extra hour of sleep here and there does WONDERS for us women. So get the kids out of her hair, give her some peace and quiet, and let her catch up on sleep.

4. Order take out once a week.

At the end of the day, sometimes the last thing moms want to do is cook another meal. Baby Daddy, it’s time for you to institute family take out night! Bring in pizza, grab your favorite Chinese food, or pick up some subs, just make sure she doesn’t have to cook. As the one who does most of the cooking, it’s SO NICE to eat something you didn’t make. You can make it into a fun family night that everyone looks forward to each week. You will be everybody’s hero!

5. Intentional affirmation.

This might not seem like a typical gift (heck, most of them don’t!) but this one is so important! There are many days that us mamas wonder if what we do gets noticed… if what we do matters. Sometimes we even wonder if who we are gets lost in the everyday mundane. The greatest thing you can give us is intentional affirmation. Thank us for doing the laundry. Compliment our new meatloaf. Recognize our busy schedules and how we handle them. Thank us for our hard work at our jobs. Tell us we are a good mom. And affirm who we are as your wife – the woman you love who just needs needs the gift of encouragement this Christmas. A gift that can last all year long if you continue to give it to us.

So baby daddy, here is your list! The mama in your life wants these things, and it feels the best coming from you! And the best part? None of these need wrapping.

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Lauren Eberspacher

I'm Lauren and I'm a work-in-progress farmer's wife, coffee addict, follower of Jesus and a recovering perfectionist. When I don't have my three kids attached at my hip, you can find me bringing meals into the fields, dancing in my kitchen, making our house a home, and chatting over a piece of pie with my girl friends. I'm doing my best to live my life intentionally seeking all that God has for me and my family. Follow me at: www.fromblacktoptodirtroad.com From Blacktop to Dirt Road on Facebook laurenspach on Instagram

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