What a fantastic day. I’m writing this a few days late, but hey – I’m a busy gal.
The day started in my Mother-in-Law’s gigantic and luxurious king-size bed with my babies and amazing fiance. (Whenever we stay there and MIL isn’t gonna take care of the kids in the night, she gives us her bed so we can all fit.) Dave took the babies out to be fed and I stayed in bed to enjoy a much earned sleep-in. After a bit I came out to see that MIL had dressed them up in new clothes. Moosey was Mommy’s Little Funny Bunny and Birdy was Mommy’s Love Bug. Super cute! From there, MIL gave me a little photo book she’d had made and a cute photo of them reading said book. I actually saw the photo first and didn’t clue in at all that the book was my gift. It was pre-coffee. Anyways, my sisters are in town and they brought me tequila (I LOVE Tequila, or at least.. Pre-pregnancy Court did. Haven’t tried it since..) and a watermelon – both wrapped. And I got a gorgeous bouquet from my Sister-in-Law. So I got to see all those lovelies from far and wide, plus Dave’s grandpa made an appearance. Best part of the day, though? Dave kept coming up behind me and massaging my shoulders. WITHOUT provocation. I love that man.
So yeah – Mother’s Day was fantastic. I realized the night before how much I was actually looking forward to it, and I wasn’t sure why. I think I may have started to actually appreciate myself a bit (crazy talk, right?) I thought a lot about what I’d said in the original post, about not being able to enjoy being a mother yet. I don’t really think that’s true anymore. Yeah – it’s a shit ton of work. But they’re getting older, and to an age where not only are they holding their own heads up but also smiling and interacting with us. I do enjoy being a mom! I love their little smiles, and how I can play little games with them and get them to react. I love the way Birdy spends 10+ minutes stretching and kicking and making faces when she wakes up. I love the way Moose looks at the little butterfly that hangs over his vibrating chair and has an entire conversation using facial expressions. I love being constantly astounded at how fast they’re growing, even though they’re babies and that’s what they do. I am more and more proud of my kids every day, and slowly becoming more and more proud of myself.
One Mother’s Day down, hopefully there’s plenty more to go. I probably won’t pull in as much loot but maybe I’ll at least get a clean house and a foot rub.