I love Mother's Day.
Am I bi-polar or is Joe just wonderful? Joe made me breakfast and we slept in half the day through. Eliza was with her "real" mom and Joe picked her up later on. On the way home he had gotten her things to make me a card. She made the card for Mother's Day and graduation and Florida and said "You are the Best Mom Ever!" and "Yay Florida!" and "Yay Graduation!" I thought that was the most wonderful mother's day. Then, this morning, there was a palm pilot and card from Joe for that and graduation. Just knowing that he loves me and appreciates my role in their lives is everything to me.
Some days I don't feel like "the Best Mom Ever!" In fact, some days I worry that I am just doing everything wrong. That I worry about too many little things or that I've hurt Eliza's feelings over brushing her hair or other such things. No matter what the day I am so thankful to be able to be Eliza's Mom.
5.12.2008
5.11.2008
mothers' day
"I hate Mothers' Day," I unfairly text-messaged my brother.
Friday Eliza's class made mothers' day gifts. Silly question, for their moms of course. Eliza has had 2 moms since she started school. Every year she has asked her teacher if she can make 2 and every year they say they don't have enough for her to make 2. In this world of divorce and remarrying you would think the schools would be smart enough to realize that some children may feel a little troubled about choosing which mom to give it to. Last year I didn't realize she had wanted to make 2 until we were at my mother-in-laws. Eliza asked her Aunt Leslie to help her make something "crafty" because they made something "crafty" in school for their moms and they would only let her make one. This year, I was the one to pick her up from school and she was trying to hide the gift in her backpack. She wanted to surprise me, but not with that one. She made the one at school to take to her mom in Salt Lake and wanted to make me one similar to it. She mulled the weekend schedule over in her mind and realized she might not have time to ask her dad to help her with it before we went to Salt Lake so she asked me to help her. After I explained that her dad could help her, she tried to tell me that the one she made in school really was for me and, how funny, she tricked me. She explained how she thought it was funny that I thought she was talking about her other mom. Then, I found a part of the gift that was specifically referencing her mom and had to explain to her that she doesn't have to choose a mom for mothers' day. She ended up giving it to her mom, as she should have.
I don't hate mothers' day. I love being a mom. Eliza is so thoughtful and loving. I love my mom. I love my sister being a mom. I love my grandmas for being moms. I love buying gifts for these people and sharing my gratitude with them. I love mothers' day. I love sharing these times with Miss Eliza. I don't love the anxiety she feels over such a holiday. In the end, reassuring Eliza that she isn't choosing which mom she likes more and that I know she loves me too, somehow reassures me that I know she loves me as much as her other mom.
Friday Eliza's class made mothers' day gifts. Silly question, for their moms of course. Eliza has had 2 moms since she started school. Every year she has asked her teacher if she can make 2 and every year they say they don't have enough for her to make 2. In this world of divorce and remarrying you would think the schools would be smart enough to realize that some children may feel a little troubled about choosing which mom to give it to. Last year I didn't realize she had wanted to make 2 until we were at my mother-in-laws. Eliza asked her Aunt Leslie to help her make something "crafty" because they made something "crafty" in school for their moms and they would only let her make one. This year, I was the one to pick her up from school and she was trying to hide the gift in her backpack. She wanted to surprise me, but not with that one. She made the one at school to take to her mom in Salt Lake and wanted to make me one similar to it. She mulled the weekend schedule over in her mind and realized she might not have time to ask her dad to help her with it before we went to Salt Lake so she asked me to help her. After I explained that her dad could help her, she tried to tell me that the one she made in school really was for me and, how funny, she tricked me. She explained how she thought it was funny that I thought she was talking about her other mom. Then, I found a part of the gift that was specifically referencing her mom and had to explain to her that she doesn't have to choose a mom for mothers' day. She ended up giving it to her mom, as she should have.
I don't hate mothers' day. I love being a mom. Eliza is so thoughtful and loving. I love my mom. I love my sister being a mom. I love my grandmas for being moms. I love buying gifts for these people and sharing my gratitude with them. I love mothers' day. I love sharing these times with Miss Eliza. I don't love the anxiety she feels over such a holiday. In the end, reassuring Eliza that she isn't choosing which mom she likes more and that I know she loves me too, somehow reassures me that I know she loves me as much as her other mom.
busy like a bee
Wait... I think that is "float like a butterfly, sting like a bee." That's probably not it either. But, bees are busy. The thing about being too busy to write on the blog is that I'm not actually that busy. School is out and work is slow. Somehow life is always still busy. May 10th was my award luncheon where they presented the award and graduation ropes. We made it to most of that and then drove straight to the airport.
A Second Honeymoon: We were in Florida for almost a week! Our hotel was 5minutes from the beach and the weather was beautiful. We ate breakfast in a cafe on the beach a couple of days...
I didn't put on a bathing suit once. The hotel did not exactly shout "honeymoon" or "set the mood" either. We spent the entire "vacation" searching out apartments and possible employers. Enough of the complaining. We found an apartment and reserved our place with a move-in date of August 1st. We visited with some of the faculty at Eliza's elementary school and got to find some cool "spots." (spots means a really cool blues bar, Mexican restaurant, and coffee shops) The first few days I was terrified we were making the wrong decision, that perhaps we were going to accidentally move to the West Valley of Melbourne. But, we got some good advice from some of the faculty at FIT and found a beautiful neighborhood and school for Miss Eliza. We have some local fresh produce markets and the mall just around the corner from our new place. The beach and touristy town is just 15 minutes away, not too close and not too far. So, not vacation per se, but we are feeling great about the move.
Home Again: We were so excited to be home and see Eliza again. We missed our first flight. Stupid Delta. Apparently the Orlando airport is so large that they need over 45 minutes to get the bags to the plane. But, we made it home in time to meet Eliza at her soccer game. She ran up to me (Joe was not in sight at the moment) and screamed "Mommeeeee!" I love her.
A Second Honeymoon: We were in Florida for almost a week! Our hotel was 5minutes from the beach and the weather was beautiful. We ate breakfast in a cafe on the beach a couple of days...
I didn't put on a bathing suit once. The hotel did not exactly shout "honeymoon" or "set the mood" either. We spent the entire "vacation" searching out apartments and possible employers. Enough of the complaining. We found an apartment and reserved our place with a move-in date of August 1st. We visited with some of the faculty at Eliza's elementary school and got to find some cool "spots." (spots means a really cool blues bar, Mexican restaurant, and coffee shops) The first few days I was terrified we were making the wrong decision, that perhaps we were going to accidentally move to the West Valley of Melbourne. But, we got some good advice from some of the faculty at FIT and found a beautiful neighborhood and school for Miss Eliza. We have some local fresh produce markets and the mall just around the corner from our new place. The beach and touristy town is just 15 minutes away, not too close and not too far. So, not vacation per se, but we are feeling great about the move.
Home Again: We were so excited to be home and see Eliza again. We missed our first flight. Stupid Delta. Apparently the Orlando airport is so large that they need over 45 minutes to get the bags to the plane. But, we made it home in time to meet Eliza at her soccer game. She ran up to me (Joe was not in sight at the moment) and screamed "Mommeeeee!" I love her.
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