Mother's Day

My first official mother's day was here and gone. I thought it was the next weekend so I have yet to mail out my mothers and mother in laws gift. That is on the top of my to-do list. I'm not really into the random holidays. I don't really see the point. Its nice to have a reason to spend money I guess. BJ bought me an XBOX 360 with the Kinect and 2 games. It was more of a steal then a mothers day gift. And we are planning on selling the will to pay for it but I have enjoyed it.

When I was talking to my dad he asked how my day was. It was just like any other day. I think it will feel more like mothers day when Rylee can make me a card or give me something because she loves me. Then it will be a real mothers day.

I'm grateful for my own mother. BJ tells me all the time that I am my mom and I think that is the greatest thing anyone could tell me. As I do things for Rylee I ask BJ about his childhood. We grew up so differently. I love having his examples and trying new things. But I'm telling you my mom knew what she was doing, even if she didn't know what she was doing.

Being a Parents as Teacher Educator I have met many people and learned a lot about the research done about raising children. I have stopped being surprised at the things my mom and dad did for us that go along perfectly with what I'm suppose to teach my families. Granted I can't remember 1-4 years of my life and what went down but I'm grateful my parents raised me the way they did. I'm grateful BJ had wonderful parents and taught him many valuable lesson that he is passing on to Rylee. I am amazed everyday by who we are and that all goes back to our parents.

As much as I love my new game system I think the best gift I got for mothers day was

Being able to put Rylee's hair into pigtails for the first time!

I have waited almost an entire year for this day to happen! I got a bow in and everything! They lasted until sunday school which was amazing! 

She also amazed me later that day with showing off skills eating with a fork. Granted she stabbed the food then pulled it off to eat it, but its progress.

She even graced me with MAMA and not BJ.

Did I mention that BJ was trying to get her to say mama for about a week since she has said dad since she was like 6 months old. Well she says it, but it mostly means DAD. She will go around in circles calling for MAMA and when I answer she shakes her head and keeps searching for MAMA. BJ comes home, she yells MAMA and scoots as fast as her legs will let her. It is super cute and I really don't mind. Starting on Sunday she now has figured out that I am MAMA and DAD is DADDY. Glad we got that sorted out. =]

I started reading this girl's blog Spoiled Eggs back when  I was pregnant. She is infertile and has a blog telling all about it. Around the same time I had Rylee she adopted a cute little boy. They are about a week or 2 apart. I feel like she is one of my friends. I read her blog all the time and compare our kids. She wrote a poem that touched my heart! I feel the same way as her in this poem. She also says is so much better then I ever could.

A few thoughts I had tonight, formatted into a poem with no title:

Last year’s Mothers Day

Was very bitter sweet

We were 2 weeks out ‘til baby boy

And my heart was at my feet

Anything could’ve happened,

My mind was running wild.

The unknown so unsettling,

Yet we were so close to a child.

I celebrated Mothers Day

With precaution, hope, and joy.

It wasn’t sad like years before

Because we almost had our boy.

I wanted to enjoy it

For the first time as a wife.

So the day before, I worked and cleaned,

And pondered on my life.

As I scrubbed the bathroom,

I thought of motherhood,

And as I swept and mopped my floors

I dreamed of all things good.

I planned for perfect days to come

With toys and walks and fun.

And all the while I washed and scrubbed

‘Til my job was finally done.

I sat back and admired the house

I’d just spruced unto a home.

Then kicked back and waited patiently

For Mothers Day to come.

And it did, it came and went

With flowers, cards, and all.

But looking back on that day

There isn’t much that I recall.

I know my house was spotless

Everything put away.

But nothing else stands out to me

About that Mothers Day.

Fast forward one whole year to now,

My word, how life as changed.

We’ve moved across the country

My whole life’s been rearranged.

But perhaps the greatest change of all

Is sleeping in his bead.

With a lamb and blanket by his side

Sweet dreams filling his head.

I look at him with Mothers Day

Coming in the morn’,

And my the difference he has made

Just by being born.

Instead of a picture perfect house

With nothing out of place,

Tonight the pile of laundry

Could reach to outer space.

And rather than a dish-rack full

Of sparkling silverware

My kitchen has exploded and

There are green beans in my hair.

The bathroom in and of itself

Is a special work of art.

The floor is wet, the counter and the sink,

Well I can’t tell them apart.

The family room’s another story

Strewn with books and toys.

I’ve tripped in there 5 times today

On a dumb toy that makes noise.

To sum it up, my house is gross

Nothing like last year.

But a filthy house means more to me,

Because it means that Nolan’s here.

Toys left out, train tracks around

And books left on the rug,

Means that we got to read and play today

Which means I got a hug.

Suds and water on the floor,

Of a bathroom filled with grime,

Means we splashed and laughed and made a mess,

And that’s worth all the slime.

And my dirty kitchen, though disturbing

Tells a story too, you know.

Of a full tummy, and a smiling face,

As he tastes some cookie dough.

So when I look back, one year ago

To a childless Mothers Day

And how I thought I’d done alright

Because my house looked fresh as day.

I get a tad bit jealous,

That my home had circumspection,

But all it takes, is one looks around

To know that this life is perfection.

I’d never trade a dusted shelf

For my play dates with my boy.

And between the two, a crisp made bed,

Is second to that noisy toy.

There’s more to life than ironed shirts,

And gourmet dinners in the oven.

There are games to play, books to read,

And an awful lot of lovin’.

So as I look around tonight

At my home in disarray,

I know that tomorrow, without a doubt,

Will be the best 1^st Mothers Day.

Her blog

 http://myspoiledeggs.blogspot.com/2012/05/i-wrote-poem-my-1st-official-mothers.html