My fourth Mother’s Day. The first as a mother of two. I’m lying in bed as we speak. After a pretty good night sleep. F slept from 22:00 to 4:00 and J didn’t wake up in the middle of the night screaming for me (she already did that at bed time when it was B’s turn to bring her).
Now I’m here. All alone (or maybe with a sleeping baby in her crib beside me). I smell the croissants in the oven (and a hint of poop). I hear our juice maker and J running around the house with her pink heels on. I’m supposed to sleep a little more but instead I’m making photos of my view and writing this blog. Because I mean what I said with my caption on Instagram (I deserve to be spoiled today). And I’m a little nervous about what’s going to happen in a couple of minutes. Crazy how it feels like my birthday morning as a kid. The most exciting day of the year.
Self made present. Home baked croissants. Double the amount of hugs and kisses. And more. Because I’m a mother. Their mother. 24/7. With all I have now and will have in the future. They are my energy, my love and my life. And today they tell me it’s mutual. In their words. I need that. I deserve that. All mothers do.
Now if you’ll excuse me I hear them coming. I’m ready for some ugly cry (and then poop laundry and snail searching).