Yesterday was my first Mother's Day! Zeke did well by having his father get just what I asked for. I asked for a framed photo that I could put on my desk at work my first day back. I also got a beautiful necklace and a dinner at the same vegetarian restaurant we went for Valentine's Day. It was wonderful to eat there, because I could count on being able to enjoy a full meal WITH DESSERT that was non-dairy. Very good. My only disappointment was that it was a buffet -- good for the moment, but a let down when there are no leftovers. We tried to get a photo of Zeke and me on this special day, but he wasn't too excited about it. A little further down in the post, Aaron is pictured near the front of the restaurant with Zeke who was feeling a little more mellow and is sitting in Aaron's sling. That sling is magic for making the baby feel mellow....
After just a few weeks of motherhood, I'm relieved to know there is a whole day on the calendar to celebrate mothers. It is well deserved, I think! With my whole new appreciation of motherhood, I hope that all of the mothers I know had a wonderful day. I especially want to thank and appreciate all those women who have mothered me: my grandmother, my mother, my mother-in-law, my stepmother, my sister and my "second mom" Diane.
Motherhood has helped me spend some time wondering about my parents and developing a bond with them. When I experience something new, when I feel something new, I wonder if my parents had that same moment with me. When they looked at me as a child, did they have the same sense of surprise? I look at Zeke....I look at Zeke and I think "There is now someone where once there was nothing but a space." Even now as an infant, I look at him as part of me and struggle to see him as an individual separate and acting without me. I worry about forgetting the little things that he is already outgrowing: the way he nuzzles against me when I hold him to my chest, the way he opens his eyes so wide at new experiences, the funny way he holds his breath when he takes a bath. When my parents think of me, do they see me as I am now or do they also see all those little things that they didn't want to forget and all those things that have passed? As I have written before, I feel like no one ever has and then realize that I am in fact part of one of the most universal experiences.
Yesterday was my first Mother's Day! Zeke did well by having his father get just what I asked for. I asked for a framed photo that I could put on my desk at work my first day back. I also got a beautiful necklace and a dinner at the same vegetarian restaurant we went for Valentine's Day. It was wonderful to eat there, because I could count on being able to enjoy a full meal WITH DESSERT that was non-dairy. Very good. My only disappointment was that it was a buffet -- good for the moment, but a let down when there are no leftovers. We tried to get a photo of Zeke and me on this special day, but he wasn't too excited about it. A little further down in the post, Aaron is pictured near the front of the restaurant with Zeke who was feeling a little more mellow and is sitting in Aaron's sling. That sling is magic for making the baby feel mellow....
After just a few weeks of motherhood, I'm relieved to know there is a whole day on the calendar to celebrate mothers. It is well deserved, I think! With my whole new appreciation of motherhood, I hope that all of the mothers I know had a wonderful day. I especially want to thank and appreciate all those women who have mothered me: my grandmother, my mother, my mother-in-law, my stepmother, my sister and my "second mom" Diane.
Motherhood has helped me spend some time wondering about my parents and developing a bond with them. When I experience something new, when I feel something new, I wonder if my parents had that same moment with me. When they looked at me as a child, did they have the same sense of surprise? I look at Zeke....I look at Zeke and I think "There is now someone where once there was nothing but a space." Even now as an infant, I look at him as part of me and struggle to see him as an individual separate and acting without me. I worry about forgetting the little things that he is already outgrowing: the way he nuzzles against me when I hold him to my chest, the way he opens his eyes so wide at new experiences, the funny way he holds his breath when he takes a bath. When my parents think of me, do they see me as I am now or do they also see all those little things that they didn't want to forget and all those things that have passed? As I have written before, I feel like no one ever has and then realize that I am in fact part of one of the most universal experiences.
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