I hope all the mothers out there had a wonderful Mother’s Day!
I awoke to Aaron and Jenna cooking French Toast for me. I don’t often let Jenna help me cook, so I could tell she felt very special to get to help her daddy. Breakfast was delicious! Jenna gave me a cute card, that she signed herself and is going to get me a small greenhouse for the deck. Aaron and I are growing a small container garden this year and hope to move into a raised bed. We tried growing a few plants from seeds, but it didn’t turn out well, so we’re hoping a greenhouse will help us next year. I’m excited to get it, even if we won’t be using it for a while. Since it was a gloomy day, the three of us spent it inside – including two good naps for Jenna (Aaron and I watched a couple Netflix movies we’ve had for a long time). It was perfect!
Before becoming a mother I always imagined what it would feel like to love my child. Even now after having her I think my idea was pretty accurate. My heart would be so full it would ache, my mind would constantly be amazed. Yeah, yeah, yeah. ;) What I didn’t realize is how your child truly feels like an extension of you. When she hurts, I hurt, when she’s happy, I’m happy. I always want to be near her and take care of her, teach her, dance with her, make silly faces with her. I never imagined that! I’ve only seen it from the other side as a daughter – where you see yourself as an independent person, most importantly independent from your own mother!! Don’t get me wrong, I love my mom and unlike most girls, I really never went through much of a phase where I tested her (okay, maybe there were a few months when I was 11 or 12), but I have always wanted to be independent. I can still remember when I was growing up, my mom (the least morning person I know) would wake up before us, go cook breakfast (including making me something special like a burrito or pot pie because I “didn’t like any breakfast foods”), then knock on my door and say, “Good Morning Sunshine!” Every morning I would wait for her to come in before I got up, but one morning I decided that I didn’t need a wake-up call! I didn’t need my mom to make me breakfast! So I told her this. Oh so nicely. I could do it on my own, I really didn’t need her babying me. I couldn’t understand why she was upset. Hey Mom, I get it now! I dread the day my baby girl doesn’t need me to get her up, doesn’t need me to make her breakfast, but when it happens, I can hope that it is because I’m doing my job right. It is a cruel irony of life – being a mother. I can’t imagine the day that I can’t hold my baby in my arms, but I know it will come. I can’t imagine the day that she can buckle her seatbelt, but I know it will come. I can’t imagine the day she falls in love…and has a baby of her own, but I know it will come. I want all of those things for her and I’m raising her to be able to make those decisions and feel confident and independent, but what I really want is for her to stay 17 months old and need me and want to lay in my arms before I put her in her bed at night!
I am so blessed to have the Mom that I do. I’m sure you all know this, but to know her is to love her. She’s always been so present in my life. She volunteered at school, girl scouts, church, heck she even volunteered at sporting events! Sure there was a time or two that I wasn’t altogether happy about having my mom around so often, but I could count those times on one hand - the vast majority of the time, I was proud that she was there and proud that she was MY mom. I never doubted her love and have always valued her opinion (even if it was to tell me my boyfriend was a jerk – she was right BTW). Now as a mother, every.single.day I make decisions based on things she’s taught me or from advice she’s given me. So, I just want to say Thank You Mom! I love you and am so thankful that I got you as my mom! I hope you had a wonderful Mother’s Day!