My first mother's day was wonderful! Church was great, except Drake did not want to sit in my lap, and he was a very wiggly boy. But he looked oh so handsome in his new church outfit. I was a little disappointed in our bishopric for not doing anything special for the mothers. I had never been in a ward where they do not hand the mothers a rose, or something sweet after sacrament meeting on mother's day.
This has been the first mother's day where I am not a complete emotional wreck. My thoughts are always about my own mother, but this time around I am a new mother myself. I only wish to be half the mom my mother was to me. She is the greatest example I know of what a mother should be. Mom was my best friend, and I cannot wait to see her again.
This has been the first mother's day where I am not a complete emotional wreck. My thoughts are always about my own mother, but this time around I am a new mother myself. I only wish to be half the mom my mother was to me. She is the greatest example I know of what a mother should be. Mom was my best friend, and I cannot wait to see her again.
On Saturday morning, Dan woke up hours before I did and was very quiet. I didn't hear any video games or guitar, and I was very curious as to what he was doing. When I woke up, there was a trail of starburst all throughout the house. One trail led to Drake's car seat on the floor, and there was a hershey bar underneath. The other led to under the couch where my favorite candy, fun dip, was stuffed. And the last trail led to Drake's nursery where I found a bouquet of spring flowers, a card, and Eclipse. Dan doesn't think he is very creative or romantic, but he proved himself wrong!
On Sunday after church Dan took care of Drake for me, which included changing all his diapers. I told Dan I would like the house to be nice and cool for mother's day (it is always too hot for me most days), and that I would like him to watch Eclipse with me. I read my book quite a bit when Drake took his nap (I'm reading The Host for the 3rd time), and after Drake was asleep for the night, I had to write and turn in a paper (which was a drag...it was about historical and scientific perspectives on homosexuality. Blah!).
I absolutely love being a mother. It is my favorite thing I have ever done in my life, and it is my life! I have zero complaints about it, and no regrets. It is so much fun to watch your child grow and discover his personality. I cannot stop kissing my baby's chubby cheeks and nuzzling his little neck. He has started to giggle (mostly at Dan...jealous). He touches my face with his warm little hands. Sometimes when he's asleep at night, I'll tiptoe into the bedroom just to lean down and put my head near his; I love to see his out-of-proportion body sleeping there: his big head (which has started to bald), small shoulders, big diaper butt, and dimply short legs. I kiss his forehead and smell his sweet milky breath. I am totally enchanted by him, my little boy.
Happy mother's day to all you mamas out there!
