So, I must say, I tend to be a little spoiled by my husband. Therefore, I end up expecting a lot from him. Poor Guy. I must preface this post with saying that I have a wonderful wonderful husband who is so good to me! I am very lucky to have a man like him and I don't want anyone to think I am here to complain about him. However, I must tell of my thought process during my 15 minute pity party to give the full effect of the story. I know that what I am about to type next is going to make me sound like a total brat, but hey, at least I am honest. :)
It started off that all weekend Michael kept saying in a very exasperating voice that he just HAD to go get me something for Mother's Day. I am thinking to myself..."Don't Tell Me you are going to buy me something. You make it sound like it is this detestable duty for you to get me something for carrying your child for 9 months(and everything that goes with it), 18 hours of horrible back labor with no epidural , and countless nights of being up all night while you snored away, to give you this precious gift!!!" He surprised me last year with a sweet gift when I was pregnant and not expecting anything, so I just knew that this year, MY FIRST OFFICIAL MOTHER'S DAY, he would pull out all the stops. Well, Sunday morning comes and I am the one getting Lila ready (which really isn't a big deal), but then I ask what we are doing after church. He says he doesn't know. On the way to church, he asks if I want to go out to eat afterwards. I asked him if he knew where to and if he packed food and a bib for Lila. Of course the answer was no. He did get me a very cute card from Lila. It is one of those song cards and Lila dances away everytime you open it, so I know they had a great time picking it out! Oh, and he also tells me that my mother's day gift is that I can go buy the dining room furniture that we have already been planning to buy. To me that SO does not count! Anyway, after my little pity party I decided that I would plan us lunch and take care of it. This was of course also my day with my sweet little girl and I didn't want to ruin it by pouting. Needless to say, I was feeling sorry for myself like a spoiled little girl until this.....
At this moment, I realized that THIS is what Mother's Day is really about. One reason that this is so special to me is because Lila doesn't do this. She doesn't lay her head on your shoulder and fall asleep, let alone let you rock her. We came in from lunch and I held her and she just snuggled up to me like she knew. Like she knew that I needed the reminder that she is all I need. I didn't want to lay her down, so I just held her and loved on her. All the worries of "Am I a good enough mom? Do I read to her enough? Do I play with her enough? Does she get enough sleep? Enough to eat?" All of that faded away because she told me at that moment that she loved me and I was all she needed too. This was my mother's day gift. She is my gift. I don't need some big extravagant gift from Michael to make mother's day special. Just getting to be a mother and knowing that I do have a wonderful husband and family is what is special. I am already crying, so I don't want to write much more, but I just want to add one more thought. Happy Mother's Day to my Momma! Now that I am a mother myself, I realize just how special you are and I can't thank you enough for everything you have given for your children and your grandchildren. I am so thankful to have you. I love you mom!
Yummy Yummy, Jeffery's Sunday Brunch!!
Here she is saying, "Hand over that spoon. I am a big girl and I can feed myself." Her new thing is holding her own spoon. Even if it already has food on it, she won't just stick it in her mouth. SHE has to be the one to dip it in the bowl/jar and then she will put it in her mouth. Technically it doesn't always go straight to her mouth. It may end up there after whatever is on the spoon catapults through air onto my walls, her highchair, and most of the time her face and hair. We also won't tell her that half the time she puts the spoon in the jar, nothing ends up on it. She looks so proud after she sticks it in her mouth, so I will just let her believe that she is swallowing something off of the spoon. My baby is growing up!
