Yesterday was Mother's Day - my very first one. The night before, when I was putting Connor Boy to bed, I held him a little tighter and a little longer, trying - as I often do - to savor these sweet moments that seem so fleeting. Honestly, sometimes I feel like he is growing right there in my arms! Our darling little boy made me a mama and has filled my heart with more joy than I ever thought possible.
We had a wonderful day. It started with an adorable finger-painted card from Connor and a beautiful card and Bohems chocolates from Pat. We went to 8:30am mass and then to Sante for breakfast where Pat had made a reservation. After a lovely breakfast we headed home, relaxed and then walked down to Manito Boulevard to meet Bill and Kate for the Annual Home Tour put on by the Museum of Arts and Culture. I had requested steak for dinner, so Pat grilled ribeye, had pasta salad a bread and a bottle of sauvignon blanc to accompany the warm spring day. It was delicious! In the evening, Kate and I went to Listen To Your Mother at the Bing Theater, a show features a series of women sharing their own stories on motherhood and mothering.
The day had so much meaning and importance to it - more so than ever before for obvious reasons, but because from now on, I will never not be celebrating Mother's Day. I will always be a mother. It amazes me how quickly I slid into this role and how it is so much a part of who I am. For so many years, especially during my professional years in Seattle and New York, I never felt like I was truly meant to be doing what I was doing; something always seemed a little off. Yet, those hardworking years helped us prepare for this incredible journey of parenthood. As Connor's mama, I feel like I'm right where I'm supposed to be and couldn't be happier.
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