Mike asked me a few weeks ago what I wanted to do for Mother’s Day, and to be honest, I hadn’t really thought about it. I’ve been so focused on other things, and in some weird way, it hadn’t even occurred to me that we would do anything for it. But I’m a mommy now, so he finally convinced me that we should mark this Mother’s Day, my first, in some special manner.
So we decided to focus on the food, like we always do for holidays and other special occasions.
Somebody really liked the smoked herring spread.
I had also mentioned that I wouldn’t mind some pretty spring flowers.
The boys may have gone a little overboard here, but Mike keeps reminding me that I’ll never have a first Mother’s Day again.
Right now my best gift of all is sleeping off his breakfast in the other room. His daddy is washing up in the kitchen, and I’m taking advantage of this time to write a little. Time is something I’ve had far too little of, lately, with everything that’s going on in our lives.
We’re weeks away from a big upheaval. Balls are still in the air, and I have no idea yet where they – or we – are going to land. It’s incredibly stressful, but I’m trying to remember to breathe, and to cherish these little moments and memories. I took a huge leap of faith for the good of our little family, and I’m trying to trust that the universe will lead us to the right place, to where we’re supposed to be.
I’m the mommy, after all, and mommies do what’s best for their families, whatever it takes.
To all the other mommies out there, I hope your day is everything you want it to be.