First off.... Happy Mothers Day! Most especially to my own mother.
Today I have been reminiscing about Mother's Days of my past. Two of them really stand out for me. The first was seven years ago, and Dadguy and I had been trying for about six months to get pregnant. I was actually pregnant, but I didn't know it and I was pissed off in the way that a brand new pregnant woman gets pissed off. Most particularly if she doesn't know she is pregnant, but feels crampy and bloaty and her stupid period is LATE and will it just hurry up and get here already so we can try for a baby on this next cycle. Please. Gahh.
I remember crying that day. Several times. Tearing up when the Elder's Quorum handed out the obligatory flower that they hand out to all married women after sacrament on Mothers Day. Crying when I got home. Then a week later I got sick of waiting for my stupid period and got a pee stick. Duh.
The next year on Mother's Day I was still pretty well in sleep deprivation mode, but I am sure it was nice.
Last year was the other Mother's Day that also really stands out in my memory. And I thought that I was going to write some of my memories from then, but I guess that I am either too pregnant and weepy, or it is still too close of a trial for me to address that time of my life. I am glad it is over.
I am so grateful for this Mother's Day. I gotta say, something has clicked for the girls, Birdie taking the lead. I could hear them whispering and giggling this morning, Birdie repeatedly shushing LaLa, as they collected the sweet little gifts and cards they had made for me in school and at home; leaving them arranged pleasingly on my bedstand. When I was sure they had done their bit I made a show of yawning and waking up. Then I got my real shock.. DUDE! It was 8:00 in the morning! Sweeeeeet!
Our whole family rolled around and piffled most of the next hour away, talking and laughing in our king sized bed. It was an amazing morning, one of those times that are like a big mallet banging away at the gong of my heart. Every time the last set of sound waves would start to fade, wham! Again with the sweet feelings of peace and joy, ringing out. I am glad to be here.