Two Mothers' Days In A Row

I couldn't have asked for a better Mothers' Day yesterday.  And I'm beyond happy that it has extended into today.  Yesterday morning, I had two full hours to myself before church.  I sat and read outside with my morning coffee, took a nice long shower, pampered my feet and then woke up K and got her ready to go.  After the service, K and I headed over to my Mom and Dad's for brunch (Mike is on night shifts so he stayed sleeping).  When we got home, K napped and I spent more time reading outside.  After Mike headed back to work and K and I finished supper, we spent the rest of the evening in the backyard chasing bubbles.  There were no tantrums yesterday. No freak outs (besides the time I asked K if she was ready to leave Grandma and Grandpa's and she responded with, "Ummmm...how 'bout 'no?' ").  No melt downs.  Just happy day of a mama spending time with her Little.

This morning, Mike is still sleeping, Joel is at school and K is back over at my parents' house.  It means another day for me to do whatever I want.  The silly part is that I'm looking forward to spending the day cleaning without interruptions.  K is terrified of the vacuum (granted I use a shop vac to do our floors so I think it's justified because the machine makes one hell of a noise), so I can only do it when Mike is home and awake to keep her occupied or else when she's out of the house.  Joel's room is in dire need of a solid scrubbing, so I plan to tackle that as well.

There have been two bouts of tears in the last few days.  On Saturday evening, as K and I were cuddling before bed, she reached up and grabbed my face with both hands, looked deep into my eyes and rattled over a non-sensical story like she always does.  And I lost it crying.  I want her to stay little.  And innocent.  And dependent on me for everything.  When she's hungry, tired, hurt, scared or wants to share something, she comes running to me.  I don't want her to go to school and get teased or have to sit alone at lunch or get picked last for a team.  Or spend her entire seventh grade year pushing the grade ones on the swings because the red headed bitch who proclaimed herself the leader of the cool crowd suddenly decided K isn't cool enough to hang out with them and banished her from the group.  I just want K to stay little...did I mention that?

The other cry I had was last night.  I have been following jennepper's blog since before I was pregnant.  She gave birth to a daughter before K was born and then a year and half ago, she gave birth to twins.  One of the twins died before being born and the other daughter, Ainsley, hadn't left the NICU for the last 17 months.  On Saturday evening, Ainsley passed away.  Even though I've never met Jen and I never will, in the blogging world, these people become your "friends" and your heart breaks when something like this happens.  K was beyond concerned as to why I was crying, but there's no way she would understand.  I didn't bother trying to explain it to her...I just sat and rocked her, letting my tears roll onto the top of her freshly bathed head.

So, although there have been tears, my Mothers' Day was as close to perfect as one can get :)

K helping Daddy celebrate his birthday on Saturday

Cuddling with K before bed :)