Mother’s Day Musings

So* I came home for a day and a half between business trips to spend a day and a half with the kids.  Luckily for me, that day just happened to be Mother’s Day.  (Un)luckily for you, I am about get mushy.  Feel free to stop reading now and wait for a post more reflective of my usual snark and sarcasm!

But one thing became abundantly clear to me in this day and a half – since I have had kids, I have become one of those people who appreciates the little moments in life.  I think that may be my favorite part of being a mommy, how my kids can create these instances when I stop and just feel lucky to be me, living the life that I lead, even if it’s just for a second.

Just a sampling of things that made me smile and feel lucky this weekend:img_0018

  • The freckle on Danny’s nose
  • Waking up to a warm hand (or even a warm foot) on my shoulder in the morning.  I swear Samantha has a tiny furnace hidden in her body somewhere, and she is all about sharing the heat.
  • Being reminded that Danny is just like me – the boy cannot keep a secret.  His Daddy was reminding him that they had a special mother’s day errand to run bright and early.  Danny said yes, “We have to go out early and get things to make…..uh, dinner” with an exaggerated wink and big toothless grin.  Way to keep that special breakfast a secret, kid!
  • Listening to Samantha enthusiastically cheer “Go baseball, go!  I knew you could do it!!” at the LI Ducks game.
  • Hearing Danny sing “I’m a nineties chick!” with such conviction and knowing he has absolutely no idea what that could possibly mean.
  • Enjoying a long, relaxing shower only to look at the bathroom door to see that Samantha slid a collection of drawings under the door to surprise me
  • Danny doing the chicken dance, shaking his butt like only he can (or can’t as the case may be)
  • Watching my girl fling herself on a barstool and order a chocolate milk as confidently as if it was a dry martini

Thanks for the moments, kids!   I can only hope you feel 1/8th as lucky to have me as a mommy, as I do to be your mommy!

 

*I wonder what my high school English teachers would say about my habit of starting blog posts with the word “so”, like we are mid-conversation.  I am going to claim it is a hallmark of my signature style, especially since I often start conversations in the middle as well.

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