It's Sunday afternoon, the family is asleep, the living room is aglow with sunlight and warmth... jack jack is tucked in next to me, and here i am...just replaying my day. my week. five years of every blessed moment this motherhood thing has granted. And somewhere between flipping through pictures of my girls this morning to watching my sleeping baby rest on her daddy's chest, I had a moment. Or rather moments... moments where I wanted to join hands with any other woman in this world who loves life, sends kisses into the universe, sings a baby to sleep, finds solace in memories of being loved, draws inspiration from it all and has a moment to spare to grab my hand, sing kumbaya and shout out to the world that we are grateful. Yes, crazy as it sounds, I had moments like that today.
I feel a bit biased celebrating this holiday having been blessed this year with the chance to partake in every bit of a marvelous heaven that having Etta provides in my life. She brings so much joy and a new chapter to a relatively dark time. And my first born... my beautiful first born... there will always be a special bond among us first-borns. After all, it was she who made me a 'mother.' But truly, her joy for learning spills into my life and moves me forward to experience more, love more, give more, share more....
I realize today in full, my motherly aspirations and intentions are molded by them both.
Their hearts seep goodness into our family every day and for that alone...I am a better mama.
It's a constant and beautiful journey...one I don't even realize I'm on sometimes.
To my mom, mother-in-law, and grandma...Happy mother's day to you all.
I will always aspire to love my littles as I have been loved by you. <3
(sigh) :)
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