Mom's Day

ah, this is SO not a planned post.....we'll see how it turns out. i've got no idea where to start or where it's headed!!

i woke up before my kids today. this is rare!! so i just stayed in bed, thinking. you'd think my first thoughts would've been of my own mom seeing as it's mother's day. but they weren't. my first thoughts were of 2 fantastic women i know who are having a very, VERY tough time today. (they know who they are) you see, they don't have children of their own. they ARE moms, though. it's just that their babies aren't here on earth with them.

now, i don't understand what that's like. i've never felt that kind of pain. i DO realize, honestly, how incredibly lucky i am to have 2 beautiful, healthy children----- 2 children who can annoy the hell out of me, keep me up at all hours of the night, scribble on my walls, break my stuff.....you get the point!! but 2 children i love more than they can understand right now. more than they'll ever understand until they have kids of their own.

then, i read another friend's blog about motherhood......and she reminded me that i need to forgive myself for not being perfect, to cut myself some slack. so i am. i'm trying anyway.....i worried that it was my fault that my kids didn't walk until they were 17 months, that beast is super skinny & eats just about 4 food items (no real meals, ever, unless it's fast food & even then there are no fruits or veggies), that rae (or Reg, as her baby brother calls her) doesn't recognize all her letters yet, or that beast flaps his arms when he gets excited. but it's not my fault. in fact, there is absolutely nothing wrong with any of that. they are both perfectly normal. and normal is just fine. :)

so today i want to celebrate all moms-----my mom, my family & friends, & especially those who are still waiting, as patiently as they can, to become moms. there is no harder yet more rewarding job.

edit: fyi, i DID send the MIL a card. and mattie DID break down today & call her today---nearly 2.5 months since the last time they spoke. he regrets it. (the call, not the 2.5 months)