Dia De Las Mamas

Happy Belated Mama's Day to you all!!

First things first. I never understood the true meaning of Mother's Day until becoming a Mom myself.

I knew that the day was set aside to appreciate your Mom and all that she does for you. I mean, you know that Mom gave birth to you, she loves you, she fed and clothed you, she taught you and put up with your shtuff for many years. As a kid (and even up to last year), I took all this stuff for granted. It was just what a Mom did.

But, really, it goes beyond that. When I had K.T. I changed. Forever. I realize that there is never again going to be a moment in my life when I don't think about her. Even when she is grown up and out making her way in the world, I will always be thinking, "Is she okay?"

She will always be a part of me. As she strives to seperate herself from me in the coming years to become an independent person, I will still feel connected to her in the deepest of ways.

This realization is scary and yet fulfilling at the same time. We'll be there to experience all of K.T.'s triumphs and all of her disappointments. Her life will take its twists and turns and yet, we will always be there - Mom and Dad. The foundation of her world.

Wow.

I found out that Mother's Day is not just about appreciating Mom and what she's done, but also about respecting Mom. Without her, and Dad too of course, you wouldn't be the independent, strong, resourceful and downright swell person you are today. So kudos to Mom.

To my Mom, I want to say thanks. Thanks for everything. Thanks for worrying about me and asking me to call when I "got there". Thanks for teaching me to put twenty bucks in my bra in case of emergency. Thanks for saying "Hmmm. What else is new and exciting?" every time I'm on the phone with you. Thanks for your potato salad. And a sincere thanks for putting up with all of my crap.

I got exactly what I wanted for Mother's Day. Blueberry pancakes. And, they were DAMN GOOD.

After pancakes, we went for a hike to see a gorgeous waterfall. Then back to a friends house for some lasagne and cookies. It doesn't get better than that.

Huzbend got me a rubber wristband (kinda like the LIVESTRONG bracelet) that was purple and had K.T.'s name on it. I love it.

Do you know what K.T. got me for Mother's Day?

Boogers. Lots and lots of boogers.

She came down with a horrible cold on Friday. I'd have to say this was the worse cold yet.

Again, she wouldn't sleep and just cried for what seemed like hours on end. That meant no sleep for Huzbend and I. We actually had to instigate split shifts at one point so that we could each get 4 or 5 hours a sleep in order to function the next day.

Last night she actually made it through the entire night in her crib with only one crying fit at 4:00am. There is light at the end of the snot covered tunnel.

All dirty tissues aside, my first Mother's Day was awesome.