It’s been 5 years since I had the first Mother’s Day that was more personal due to my new role as a mother. And Braska wasn’t going to be born for 6 months. I don’t remember that Mother’s Day, as it’s lumped in with a period of time that for sanity purposes has been removed from my quick-recovery memory. I’m sure there was little if any fuss made over the day, but I’m also sure I didn’t miss the significance.
The beauty in looking back sometimes is to see how far we’ve come. This is a common thing for me. Because we have come so far. SO far. Our little family of 2, then 3, and now 4 has experienced more life-changing, breath-stealing, patience-testing events than I ever thought possible… but I accept it and am thankful for it, even when some things still creep up and remind me of the hurt.
Because had it not been for the journey, we would not be at our current place. And this place is not so bad. Not bad at all.
To wake up with little faces next to the bed who want to cuddle and play before we all start our day.
To spend so much time marveling at the silliness and the sheer volume of smiles that fill our home every day.
It is not always pleasantries and giggles, but even in the most trying times of disobedience and 2-year-old drama and the ripples of disability, this is where I’m supposed to be, and I’m doing my best to embrace it and not miss a minute along the way.
And a note to my mom, Happy Mother’s Day… thanks for teaching me to be the mom I am and giving me the genes of determination to always withstand the bumps in the journey.
How time flies! Always knew you would be a great Mom. Great to see you proving it with our precious little granddaughters! I second your motion on your tribute to Grammy!
ReplyDeleteHappy (belated) Mommies day! What a great post! Braska is a lucky little girl to have a great momma like you!
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