I tend to build up certain special days (birthdays, Mother’s Day, anniversaries) in my mind, anticipating every perfect moment, which obviously leads to some disappointment because of course nothing is perfect. I think sometimes I don’t even realize I’m doing it until I find myself feeling emotional for some reason that I can’t exactly put my finger on. It’s super fun for my husband 🙂 This Mother’s Day was no exception, but at the end of the day, it was such a lovely one.
Georgina slept seriously late, which was incredible and refreshing and such a perfect Mother’s Day gift, but then it threw off her nap schedule. ‘No big deal,’ I told myself. I opened cards and ate donuts and Georgie had a huge nap and then we set off for Central Park and walked through the Ramble and read books on a blanket and it was delightful until Georgie got mega fussy because she was sleepy (but it was way too late for her to take a second nap).
After Georgie’s dinner, bath and bed, Tom made a delicious chicken pasta dinner and we had some wine and hung out and talked and ate cookies. For me, it can sometimes be a challenge knowing that I can’t control everything that happens in the day to day with a 15 month old, but I’m trying to find joy in that slight madness. My heart bursts with love for Georgie, and I adore spending my days with her so so much, and above everything else, that’s really all that matters. I’ve started to notice this feeling that I get sometimes now when I pick her up. It’s like my whole body fills with this huge amount of love and satisfaction and gratitude and I squeeze her so tight and kiss her and tell her I love her and look at her and can’t actually believe she’s mine. How did I get so lucky that she picked me to be her mom? It’s the best, and I’m the luckiest.