Mother’s Day

Every day feels like mother’s day to me – I don’t need a special day to celebrate my favorite job in life. I don’t mean that in a curmudgeonly way, just that every day I get to be Brendan’s Mom feels like the most special holiday ever. But it does feel good to get to recognize all the important Mom’s out there – that way they have of kissing away all the owies and turning babies into functioning people. It’s amazing to me all that I took for granted until I became a mother.

I was treated to a beautiful Mother’s Day brunch at school, with homemade pancakes, berries and all kind of flowers and signs and love filling the room. Each Mom received a special painted pot with a bulb growing inside – and a card where each child had said what they loved most about Mommy (B said, “That she gives me loves and kisses”.) It was very sweet. And my son is a ham in social settings. And someone photo bombed us with their eye.


This video, while sweet, is nothing spectacular – but I just realized the awkwardness in the fact that Brendan is sitting right between his two twin ‘sweeties’, and Harper, his faithful girl.

I got extra time with my boy that day because we forgot his lunch at home (first time EVER), so we had a Mommy/Brendan date to Starbucks at lunch, and then took a stroll around the duck pond. We got back right at nap time so I cuddled up with him and he fell asleep with his head on my lap. Not a bad way to spend the day. Unless you were actually a person who needed to get work done. But that whole thing is entirely overrated.

Oh, there was also some face painting recently at school – Teacher Regina even made him some special bunny ears to go with his new face. Love her so much!


Then came Mother’s Day weekend – on Saturday Daddy suggested to Brendan that they needed to go out and do some things without Mommy. B didn’t like that at all. With a very concerned look he told Daddy that Mommy could come, and then turned and took my hand and said in the most sincere voice ever, “Mommy, you wanna come?”. Best Mothers’ Day present. But turns out they had plenty of other tricks up their sleeves – a giant balloon, flowers, gifts – and the best card in the whole world where my little man answered a series of questions about his Mommy. Love, love, LOVE.
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We also went down to visit Grandma and Grandpa at church and had a really nice visit with everyone there – including plenty of extra hugs from Grandma and Grandpa. Plus, he got to wear his Easter outfit which was still nice and pressed on the hanger – right where we left it on Easter Sunday.

We also got to go to our first friend-at-school birthday party. It was so much fun! Held at a park right by where I lived for so many years in SF with swings and slides and they even rented a giant pirate jumpy house – parents got to jump too – hooray!!! Brendan was convinced that since Sid had cupcakes at school that there would be no cake – but SURPRISE – there was a cake! I didn’t get many pictures because obviously I was having too much fun. But in the car after the party, our little pirate passed out immediately.

So many happy moments every day. He is talking up a storm and I will never tire of everything he shares with me. Even when he is in a contrary mood, just hearing his voice brings me so much joy, but I love hearing the funny phrases he comes up with on his own including calling himself, “Mr. Brendy” or “Mr. Pickle”, the phrase, “Lickety Split”, and of course the continuation of the potamusing of America.

Tomorrow is a special day times two because it’s Meredith’s birthday (hooray! send her presents and happy wishes!) and Brendan’s Boston Grandma and Grandpa come to visit (or “Snow Grandma and Grandpa” as he has named them).

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