It’s been raining quite a bit here lately, which means Mia has been sneaking into our bed most nights (something Zach doesn’t love but I do). She always comes to my side of the bed — half asleep and clutching her beloved blanket and bunny — and I help her climb into our bed. I’m transported back to when she was three years old tip-toeing into our room and reaching up for me. In my sleep-induced haze, I could swear she is that three year old again, reaching up for me in the half-light. So much so that I want to nudge Zach awake and ask if I’ve lost my mind.
We cut the boys’ hair in anticipation of summer. I don’t have pictures yet because we just did it, and the boys have been incredibly difficult to photograph lately — always MOVING. Sometimes I laugh to myself at the irony of my goal with this blog (to be mindful of the present, to capture joy and reflect on it) and the physicality of my kids — growing and running it seems always away from me, toward something more interesting and far away.
I had planned to post a few of my wish list items for this day but I have a little girl standing outside my door wanting to give me my present. Since Friday afternoon she’s been telling me, “Don’t look in my play room in the corner by the window because that’s where your Mother’s Day present is.” Also, I realized yesterday that this is the first Mother’s Day that Mia doesn’t pronounce it Muh-ver’s Day.
Sorry for a somewhat sporadic post but I’m going to unplug now and go be a mom. Happy, happy Mother’s Day to all the mamas out there.