Mother’s Day

Dear Addie,

There I was, usually the first one up, still lying in bed. The sounds of whispering voices and your full-octave replies filled the house as you all scurried out the door. It was Mother’s Day, and I was hitting my imaginary snooze alarm knowing I had nowhere to be and nothing to do.

No tubbies to give.

No meds to measure.

No meals to make.

Just me, my pillow, and a couple of cats feverishly knocking everything off my nightstand. Clearly they didn’t get the memo, but I digress.

Not long after, y’all returned, and I headed downstairs to coffee, breakfast, flowers… and you throwing up in the sink. Hey, you made it to the sink, that’s a gift in and of itself.

The good news is you literally didn’t skip a beat. You recovered quickly and bounced right back outside to enjoy swinging in the beautiful weather like it had never even happened.

And honestly, that felt a lot like motherhood itself. Beautiful. Exhausting. Hilarious. Messy. Sometimes all within the same five minutes.

But somewhere between the quiet morning, the flowers on the table, the cats causing chaos, and the sound of you laughing outside after getting sick moments earlier, I realized something…

This life may not always be peaceful, but it is full. And I wouldn’t trade that fullness for anything.

Addie, you spent the better part of the day outside just smiling and giggling, and for a moment it felt like the last year of illness had never even happened.

Just sunshine, swinging, and the sound of your laugh floating through the yard like everything was finally light again.

It was a great day to be celebrated doing my absolute favorite thing - being mom to you, Clara and Gabe.

Happy to see your smilies coming back, baby girl. They look good on you ;)

Love,

Mom