Thank You
Yesterday was Mother's Day. I did not wake up to breakfast in bed, nor did I get the day to myself (which, for some reason, many mom's want as a "gift" to be away from their children on Mother's Day). My husband had to work, which is okay with me--because nothing makes me happier than seeing him live his dream (and the crazy hours won't be forever), and me getting to spend the time alone with Garett, in the most influential moments of his life. The greatest gift I could have received was a day alone with my child.
I woke up to Garett hopping into the bed shouting "MOMMY! Blankies!!!", and my heart melted; much like it does everyday I actually get to be there when he wakes up. Tyler quickly whispered something in his ear, which Garett relayed "Happy Mother's Day, Mommy!". More melting of the heart. We lounged as a family for those few precious moments before Tyler had to leave for Comiccon.
I was a little sad that the weather did not cooperate, and we couldn't do what was slotted on my mental agenda for the day, but I was happy to have a day of lounging, snacking, movies, playing, baths and crafts with my boy. He helped me sweep the kitchen and switch some laundry over (he's not much help when it comes to putting laundry away though lol).
Tyler was fairly late getting home--as in Garett was already in bed--and I was starting to feel a tinge of loneliness after seeing everyone's posts from their Mother's Day--families that have normal lives, normal work hours ruling their schedule, husbands that aren't entrepreneurs, kids that don't nap for 4 hours in the afternoon, mommies that plaster their daily occurrences all over social media. Ouch. Self-pity stung. At that second, Tyler walked in with a big bouquet of flowers, a beautiful card, and a big hug. He felt bad, and I really didn't want him to. I cried a little bit out of guilt--because for a second there I had lost track of what was important, how much I love our life, and how the day was spent perfectly. Yes, it would have been better if he had been there with us, but seeing the pride in his eyes, hearing it in his voice, and the excitement that radiated out of his body when he got home was more amazing.
I got to spend the day cuddling my son. The reason I am a mother. The one on one time I always dreamed about when he was just a little tiny baby.
The point of my post was to say "Thank you" to Garett.
Thank you for being funny, for being smart--wise beyond your two years.
Thank you for acting silly, and for playing "tracks" with me. For letting me build you forts, and hold your hand, and wipe your tears, and kiss your bo-bo's.
Thank you for splashing me when you take a bath, for being an amazing sleeper, for eating your fruits and veggies.
Thank you for chasing me until we are out of breath, for playing hide and seek, for keeping the cats in line, for wanting to brush your teeth.
Thank you for pees in the potty, for playing nice with your peers, for making daddy kiss me before he leaves.
Thank you for the stories we talk about when we pick out your pjs--for the "What do you want to dream of tonight? Dinosaurs, playing in a rock band, or space aliens?"
Thank you for telling me what you want, when you want it--what you want for a snack/meals, when you're tired, what movie you want to watch, or who you want to go see.
Thank you for always reminding me we need more "MUSHROOM SOUP" when we get to the grocery store, and all of the high fives you give me every time we put a new item into the shopping cart.
Thank you for the wet kisses and super tight hugs,for bouncing on my back as soon as I lay on the floor, for laying down beside me and cuddling into the "nook".
Thank you for waiting for me before going down any stairs, or crossing the street, and holding my hand tightly when we do so--like you're doing it to protect me, instead of the other way around.
Thank you for making goodbyes so hard, and hellos so dang fun.
Thank you for also enjoying things daddy likes, so that you guys bond and have fun together too.
But most of all, buddy; I want to thank you for filling my heart with joy, love, pride, sadness (in the best way), eagerness, tenderness and happiness. Thank you for making me a mommy--For giving me a reason to celebrate that day. For sharing it with me, and for making me feel special every time you look at me with those big beautiful brown eyes, not just on Mother's day, but everyday. You are one of a kind, babes.
To all the mommies out there : Happy Mother's Day!
I woke up to Garett hopping into the bed shouting "MOMMY! Blankies!!!", and my heart melted; much like it does everyday I actually get to be there when he wakes up. Tyler quickly whispered something in his ear, which Garett relayed "Happy Mother's Day, Mommy!". More melting of the heart. We lounged as a family for those few precious moments before Tyler had to leave for Comiccon.
I was a little sad that the weather did not cooperate, and we couldn't do what was slotted on my mental agenda for the day, but I was happy to have a day of lounging, snacking, movies, playing, baths and crafts with my boy. He helped me sweep the kitchen and switch some laundry over (he's not much help when it comes to putting laundry away though lol).
Tyler was fairly late getting home--as in Garett was already in bed--and I was starting to feel a tinge of loneliness after seeing everyone's posts from their Mother's Day--families that have normal lives, normal work hours ruling their schedule, husbands that aren't entrepreneurs, kids that don't nap for 4 hours in the afternoon, mommies that plaster their daily occurrences all over social media. Ouch. Self-pity stung. At that second, Tyler walked in with a big bouquet of flowers, a beautiful card, and a big hug. He felt bad, and I really didn't want him to. I cried a little bit out of guilt--because for a second there I had lost track of what was important, how much I love our life, and how the day was spent perfectly. Yes, it would have been better if he had been there with us, but seeing the pride in his eyes, hearing it in his voice, and the excitement that radiated out of his body when he got home was more amazing.
I got to spend the day cuddling my son. The reason I am a mother. The one on one time I always dreamed about when he was just a little tiny baby.
The point of my post was to say "Thank you" to Garett.
Thank you for being funny, for being smart--wise beyond your two years.
Thank you for acting silly, and for playing "tracks" with me. For letting me build you forts, and hold your hand, and wipe your tears, and kiss your bo-bo's.
Thank you for splashing me when you take a bath, for being an amazing sleeper, for eating your fruits and veggies.
Thank you for chasing me until we are out of breath, for playing hide and seek, for keeping the cats in line, for wanting to brush your teeth.
Thank you for pees in the potty, for playing nice with your peers, for making daddy kiss me before he leaves.
Thank you for the stories we talk about when we pick out your pjs--for the "What do you want to dream of tonight? Dinosaurs, playing in a rock band, or space aliens?"
Thank you for telling me what you want, when you want it--what you want for a snack/meals, when you're tired, what movie you want to watch, or who you want to go see.
Thank you for always reminding me we need more "MUSHROOM SOUP" when we get to the grocery store, and all of the high fives you give me every time we put a new item into the shopping cart.
Thank you for the wet kisses and super tight hugs,for bouncing on my back as soon as I lay on the floor, for laying down beside me and cuddling into the "nook".
Thank you for waiting for me before going down any stairs, or crossing the street, and holding my hand tightly when we do so--like you're doing it to protect me, instead of the other way around.
Thank you for making goodbyes so hard, and hellos so dang fun.
Thank you for also enjoying things daddy likes, so that you guys bond and have fun together too.
But most of all, buddy; I want to thank you for filling my heart with joy, love, pride, sadness (in the best way), eagerness, tenderness and happiness. Thank you for making me a mommy--For giving me a reason to celebrate that day. For sharing it with me, and for making me feel special every time you look at me with those big beautiful brown eyes, not just on Mother's day, but everyday. You are one of a kind, babes.
To all the mommies out there : Happy Mother's Day!
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