Dear Baby,
I don’t think I quite yet qualify for this holiday, but I’m
sure next year you will do something spectacular for me, like say “Mom,” for
the first time. I can’t wait. Until then, it’s all about the grandmas…
Grandma Tracy and I having a slumber party Jan. 2015. No idea where your father was but he was MISSING out. |
This is the happiest picture of Uncle Bart and your father with Nonna that I could find. Poor woman. |
It’s important to remember on Mother’s Day that although we
will always think of our mothers as mothers, they are actually humans that
impact us in so many ways other than taking care of us. Even if we don’t
recognize it, they are the foundation of who we are, and shape our
personalities in ways that we will never notice or give credence to. Sorry mom.
It’s a thankless job, but in the end, mothers are so selfless
that it doesn’t matter to them. I appreciate
this but I’m sure will not realize the extent or magnitude until you come
along. I look forward to that day.
Alright, preaching over.
Unfortunately your dad and I were with neither of our
mothers today. But Grandma Tracy is coming next weekend for your big gender
reveal and we are going to Pittsburgh Memorial Day weekend so the mother visits
(slash grandmother visits) are soon to come.
Also I have to give your father some credit today because he
actually did get me a prenatal massage which he said was a “pre-mother” Mother’s
Day present. I’ll take it. It was wonderful, and my hips are feeling much
better after the Thai lady got after it.
Love,
Mom
P.S. If you DO happen to want to do something for me this Mother's Day, go ahead and kick for me. I won't object, and would love the reassurance...just saying.
P.S. If you DO happen to want to do something for me this Mother's Day, go ahead and kick for me. I won't object, and would love the reassurance...just saying.
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