This year will be interesting, I want nothing more than to be with my kids. Last year I celebrated mother’s day going to Los Angeles on a girlfriend’s weekend doing many of the things I had to abandon since becoming a mom like drinking too much, staying out too late and flirting with cute boys. Being in Redondo Beach nobody could tell I was a mom, and I did not know that there was a baby growing inside of me.
I did not think about my mom for too long or acknowledge what an integral part of my life she was, but I did chide my brother for not signing my name to the orchid he sent her.
Mother’s Day was my escape, I thought going away could be a tradition. This year without my mommy I want to be with my kids who, cliche alert, give me reason to continue. Being with them is so delightful and rewarding and I am so lucky and grateful for their presence and health.
I told my husband I wanted to do something special this upcoming Sunday. I’m not sure what it is, but I’d like to do something different so the day stands out from our other Sundays. We’ll probably visit my grandma but once uptown I’d like to do something else. Hopefully my husband will think of something.