I know I’m getting a late start - Faith and I slept in this morning (she’s actually STILL asleep and it’s almost noon), but I wanted to take a second to leave a post thanking the people who make this day special for me. To me, this isn’t necessarily my day - and I don’t anticipate gifts or celebration. I’m still just starting to finally truly understand what makes Mother’s Day so special, while I really “get” why a lot of other people around me still see it as a holiday that is something you put off until the very last second… an “oh crap - it’s Mother’s Day tomorrow!!” kind of thing. (And that is not guilt - read the next part before getting riled… I do understand).
I was totally like that - forgetting Mother’s Day almost every single year until Poppy shot me an email or called me to remind me to call Nana. She never wanted anything but something we made in addition to a phone call or a hug, just to let her know that we remembered.
I understand now, as the holidays tick by and I see how much easier it is to cling to gifts made by Faith, rather than those purchased at the last second. There’s a world of difference between sentimental and someone else’s words.
Faith told me in the car that she wanted to go get me a gift, but she couldn’t go on her own.. I told her that she could never buy anything better than the gift I got on the day she was born - and I mean that. (although I am excited to see what she comes up with, in her wittle Faith heart).
Because I realize that having Faith gave ME a gift - and Mother’s Day is the day I get to celebrate that. I’m not so sure that I have it all straight in my head.. am I supposed to be celebrated, or celebrating? I think both. Without Faith, I wouldn’t be a mother on Mother’s Day.
Of course, without Nana - I wouldn’t be here at all… so really, on Mother’s Day I need to honor my own mother. For 38 years she has given me guidance - she’s supported me, she’s dried my tears, she’s listened to my ridiculous rants - she’s been my best friend.
So thank you, Nana - for being my Mommy… and for being patient while it took me 38 years to discover why you would rather have a handmade card and a hug, than flowers and a Hallmark. I love you, Faith loves you - and while we didn’t make a card.. we did make your gift and if it isn’t there by now it should be soon. We suck at timing.
If I could give you one gift on Mother’s Day it would be to make your world perfect. There isn’t much I wouldn’t trade of my own self to make this come true. I just want you to have a Happy Mother’s Day - of all years, I wish this with all my heart.
And thank you to ALL the women - mothers and soon-to-be-mothers and Grandmothers and “I never want children because they make me insane but I love Faith” friends and “I hope to have children and I love Faith” friends and all uncategorized men… thank you for helping make me a better mother every single day. If it takes a village to raise a child in some instances - in this one it takes a blog.. because you are my village. Your comments, your observations and advice - these things have mattered. You all have watched Faith grow up and you remember things I don’t… You know just the right thing when there are emergencies - when something comes up, I write a post and the help I need is right there/right then. It is more than I ever expected - but I want you to know that I do not take one bit of it for granted. I am thankful for each and every one of you, and I do believe you help make me a better mother - every single day. So for this, I also celebrate you.
Happy Mother’s Day,
Holli

We went to the butterfly exhibit at the National Museum of Natural History yesterday… butterflies landed on all of us - but Faith. I have to take her back wearing something other than black and white. It broke my heart to see her holding a little flower out, hoping a butterfly would land on her, while they landed on everyone else around her. Being a good Mommy means making butterflies dreams come true - even if you have to go back a million, gazillion times. We must have butterfly-to-Faith contact… Maybe if I take her in pink with honeysuckle fragrance on her head? Watch, a thousand butterflies will attack and we’ll have a new phobia. :)
More butterfly pictures to follow - prepare for a butterfly blast!