Mother’s Day was yesterday. I feel so honored to be Mackenzie’s mom that I wanted to honor her, for being so great, so cute, so sweet and well-behaved. For changing my life and making me a mom. She is such a gift, and I am so blessed.
Chris’s Mother’s Day gift to me was a night of sleep away from the house. It was so, so hard to be apart from them (okay, I bawled for about five minutes), but then I pulled it together and worked on Mackenzie’s scrapbook. I got seven blissful hours of uninterrupted sleep, and on Sunday I got to take a shower without shouting, “Just one second, Mackenzie! I’m hurrying! Mommy’s almost done!” every two minutes.
It was hard, but it was great. I understand overnight scrapbooking crops and mini womens’ retreats now. I totally get it.
I wouldn’t change my life for a minute, though. I’ll be glad when we phase out the two-a-night wakeups, but I’m also thankful to get to be the one to comfort my baby girl when she wakes up at 3:30 a.m. She made me a mom, and I love it. There is nowhere else I’d rather be and truly nothing I would rather be doing. She is amazing.