And so it was with no small amount of gratitude that I celebrated my first Mother's Day yesterday with my new family of three and, for the first time, was largely able to let go of those tired greeting card expectations and simply enjoy.*
*(Technically it was my second Mother's Day celebration, since I'd gently "encouraged"
Not to veer precariously onto the very Hallmark Sentiment Drive I've long swerved around, but this Mother's Day called to mind wise words a friend had shared with me eons ago - "You have two chances at a good family - to come from one or to create one yourself." As the AH & I stood around our friends' kitchen yesterday, sipping coffee as we watched our wee precious babes toddle around, I felt like I was making good progress on that latter option.
As if we weren't tottering precariously on the Cliffs du Cheese here already, would you believe that Master P took his very first steps on Mother's Day? Yes, I know that suspicious timing makes it sound like I'm making it up, but unlike everything else you read here, it's actually true. Mother & son both made some progress yesterday, apparently.
Of course, today we're back to the un-celebratory SAHM reality of doing laundry & grocery shopping & pretending to clean house - also, of Master P steadfastly refusing to repeat those awe-inspiring, indicative-of-sure-Ivy-League-success steps. He's back to his normal grind too:
|Like father, like son: Master P enjoys rifling through our "Texas Party Drawer" of personalized koozies & Country Crystal|