The day started with baby girl and I in bed.
It ended with baby girl and I in bed.
The beds were different.
And much of the in-between, was frustrating and crap.
Yes. I know it was Mother’s Day.
I have one. I am one. I have the best ones, around me.
But things have just been too hard lately.
Too frustrating. Too sad. I got mad/frustrated/sad umpteen billion times today. I cried about the same amount, and said “you are f&%king kidding me” another 57 times.
There was definitely good in the day. I had really great moments, with my whole family, and tried to pay the most amount of gratitude and appreciation to my own Mum, with all she has done for me and my family in my life…
While still having, this really crappy day.
The morning started off with baby girl coming upstairs to where I was sleeping. Hubbie had already gotten up. I had instructed her clearly yesterday, several times, “do not wake me up early tomorrow, I am sleeping in… it is Mother’s day.”
She came up, and coming over to my side of the bed, tapped my shoulder (I was pretending to still be asleep) and whispered “Mama… I just wanted to wish you a Happy Mother’s Day…” before placing a gentle kiss on my cheek.
She climbed into bed with me, and it was now 8:50am. I told her to sleep. Of course we didn’t sleep.
We found ourselves soon sitting up in bed and chatting. And that was my lovely start to the day. ♥♥
Because this is a gratitude journal, I will just say –
<INSERT CRAPPY PARTS OF THE DAY HERE>
And come back to the end of the day. This time, her bed. We had literally just had an argument within the last half hour. She knew, that I was pissed. I sat on the bed as she snuggled inside the covers, but sat up when she saw my face.
I was just staring at her.
“Mama… what you wanna say?”
“I want to say… that no matter what happened today, Mummy has a very big thing to tell you.”
Tears started welling up, and she was probably thinking I was going to lose it for the 1001th time that day.
“I want to thank you soooo much, for making me a Mummy.”
We hugged, and suddenly, she was crying too. She was crying because I was crying. We were both there crying and I was telling her it’s okay, and then Hubbie heard us and wanted to join the party, entering and giving us a big bear hug as we sat there, enveloped in a hug and crying into each other’s arms, but of course he was not crying, he was LAUGHING.
And that is it. If only life were as simple as the good moments, right?
But life cannot be simply reduced to just the best and happiest moments of our day.
But as I try again and again here, they can be something we try our best to focus on, the most. ♥♥♥♥