Mother's Day is this weekend.
I guess I'm looking forward to it. For me it'll be just like any other day.
Philip will be at work, so it'll be me and my 15 month old here at home.
I'll change diapers, finger sweep dog food from her mouth, and play endless games of peekaboo all day long.
I'll try to teach her again that not every animal says "Oink, oink or quack quack".
I'll tickle her belly,and let her name all of her family members.
We'll water the plants and pull some weeds together.
She'll run across the lawn faster than I care to keep up with, and I'll remind her she has to listen to her mommy.
I'll give a time out or two followed by wiping tears and giving kissies.
I'll beg her to eat some vegetables before I give her what I know she'll eat for dinner.
We'll take a bath and go over all of her body parts that she's so proud to know so well.
We'll read a book or five.
We'll go on a pretend hunt for turtle knowing that he's just hiding under a pillow waiting for some more cuddles.
She'll watch me say her prayers, and I'll tuck her into bed with a 23 year old Mickey Mouse blanket that my mother tucked me in with for 10+years, and she'll lay her sweet little squiggy head down and sleep all night long.
Addie and I are close.
She's a momma's girl, and we are almost never apart.
I know she's only 1, but I just want it to always be that way.
I'm not very close with my mom. I love her and we see each other once or twice every couple of weeks, but she doesn't know everything about me and I definitely don't know everything about her.
That's okay with me now, but I used to struggle with it.
I was close to my mom as a child.
I like to think that's where I got my creativity from.
She always had a project for me and my little sister to be working on.
We made homemade wrapping paper and painted shirts.
She attempted to teach me how to sew, and tried to pass on her semi-cooking skills.
I admired her a lot growing up, and I always thought she was the perfect Mom.
I always knew that's what I wanted to be when I was one day a Mom.
So now that I am I remember how I looked at my mother as a child, and I hope that I can give Adeline a glimmer of that admiration as I try to raise her the best way I know how.
Last year I had my first Mother's Day.
It was semi disappointing seeing as my husband just treated it as any other day.
I felt like I had earned a special day after 10 months of an agonizing pregnancy and 3 months of 100% caring for our infant daughter.
I was really disappointed that I didn't get a special gift or breakfast in bed.
Heck I didn't even get a break from constant diaper duty.
I woke up that morning and that night with Addie, and as what was usual at that time, I had no help.
I was pretty upset that night.
This year, I just think that was incredibly selfish and wrong of me.
My husband busts his hump all day working long hours sometimes day and night just to make sure I am able to do what I love doing.
What I was born to do.
It may be national Mother's Day, but for me it's just another day.
I won't be getting anything for Mother's Day, and that's truly okay with me this year.
I have everything I could have ever dreamed of each and every day.
God has blessed me beyond what I deserve.
I had an amazing example of a mother growing up, and I thank her for the perspective I have in parenting now.
I love my job!