My first Mother's Day, though it hasn't yet arrived, has provided much to write about.
On Wednesday, Mia brought home from preschool a laminated collage she made for me. Unfortunately, the preschool had accidentally left my name off the email distribution list inviting me to the Mother's Day breakfast, so they had to send Mia's collage home with Sarah instead. The poster included a snapshot of Mia looking grumpy (in her inimitably fetching way) out on the playground, a fingerpainting, and a poem about M.O.T.H.E.R. that included the line "O means only that she is getting old." (I kid you not.) The fingerpainting contained the usual handprints and a few blurry splotches. (At 18 months, I'm impressed any time the teachers can get Mia to stick her hand in some fingerpaint and drag it across the paper instead of painting the table with it.)
Sarah and Mia co-produced a lovely gift for me, a framed fingerpainting that was definitely created by Mia's own hand. It has her distinctive lines and her favorite shades of blue and green. This was accompanied by a sweet handmade card that Sarah helped with. It contains a very touching poem (which kindly did not mention my age!) and a letter purportedly from Mia. Here is an excerpt:
Deer Momy,
I wont to tel yu how glaad I am that yur my momy. I lik it wen yu reed me bookz (yu allwys no my favrits) and wen yu pley with me in my new citchen that my favrit nanny piked out for me....
I am such a softie, this brought a tear to my eye after I was finished laughing at Sarah's clever self-promotion.
Nothing compares to the gift it is just to be Mia's mother. As I write this, I am thinking about Mia's birth mom. As Mia gets older, we will have to find ways to include her birth mom in our mother's day remembrance. I have read that some adoptive families recognize "birth mother's day" on the day before Mother's Day, so maybe we'll do that. I wish there were some way to let her to know that the difficult choice she made has given us joy beyond measure.
To my Mom and Mother-in-law and all you blog-reading Moms out there,
On Wednesday, Mia brought home from preschool a laminated collage she made for me. Unfortunately, the preschool had accidentally left my name off the email distribution list inviting me to the Mother's Day breakfast, so they had to send Mia's collage home with Sarah instead. The poster included a snapshot of Mia looking grumpy (in her inimitably fetching way) out on the playground, a fingerpainting, and a poem about M.O.T.H.E.R. that included the line "O means only that she is getting old." (I kid you not.) The fingerpainting contained the usual handprints and a few blurry splotches. (At 18 months, I'm impressed any time the teachers can get Mia to stick her hand in some fingerpaint and drag it across the paper instead of painting the table with it.)
Sarah and Mia co-produced a lovely gift for me, a framed fingerpainting that was definitely created by Mia's own hand. It has her distinctive lines and her favorite shades of blue and green. This was accompanied by a sweet handmade card that Sarah helped with. It contains a very touching poem (which kindly did not mention my age!) and a letter purportedly from Mia. Here is an excerpt:
Deer Momy,
I wont to tel yu how glaad I am that yur my momy. I lik it wen yu reed me bookz (yu allwys no my favrits) and wen yu pley with me in my new citchen that my favrit nanny piked out for me....
I am such a softie, this brought a tear to my eye after I was finished laughing at Sarah's clever self-promotion.
Nothing compares to the gift it is just to be Mia's mother. As I write this, I am thinking about Mia's birth mom. As Mia gets older, we will have to find ways to include her birth mom in our mother's day remembrance. I have read that some adoptive families recognize "birth mother's day" on the day before Mother's Day, so maybe we'll do that. I wish there were some way to let her to know that the difficult choice she made has given us joy beyond measure.
To my Mom and Mother-in-law and all you blog-reading Moms out there,
Happy Mother's Day!
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