Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Nothing is Truly Lost Until Mom Can't Find It

So, it's probably a wee bit late to be writing about Mother's Day, but, as a mother, I have the perfect defense for my tardiness: I was BUSY.

And, by busy, I mean that I was working. And cleaning. And doing laundry. And trying to decide what to plant in my porch planters this year. And, cooking. And, you know, doing mom things.

Plus, to be perfectly honest, my legs were killing me from standing up for over an hour on Friday night, handing out leis to the incoming Freshmen on heels that were totally inappropriate for the task, although, cute as Hell....

...and I digress.

So, Mother's Day...

The Man-Cub presented me with a memory book that he had been working on in school for at least the last month. I know this because I spent the last month digging through boxes of photos and scanning pictures from scrapbooks at his request. I also spent precious brain cells debating whether Mrs. Wilson was his second grade teacher or his first  grade teacher before unearthing photographic evidence that proved me wrong on both counts (Third grade! Who knew?).

Anyway, the memory book was entirely adorable; it provided me a trip down memory lane and a glimpse into the Man-Cub's fevered imagination, both of which I enjoyed, thoroughly.

I do, however,  blame the book for the resulting lingering feeling of melancholy that I have since been experiencing. I mean, my baby isn't such a baby, anymore. Neither of my babies are still babies, actually. And, that makes for a bit of sentimentality no matter how you cut it.

On the bright side, my memories of the time when they were babies are awesome and heartwarming, and, I fully intend to indulge myself in flipping through my mental Rolodex as frequently as I can....

...days spent poolside, the sound of childrens' laughter echoing from the walls of the building and skipping over the water....

...the smell of sunscreen, generously applied to chubby thighs and dimpled elbows....

...Popsicle stains on white onesies...

...fingers, arms, legs and faces, coated in a thick layer of colorful sidewalk chalk following the reveal of the latest driveway masterpiece...

...a damp, sun-warmed body curled up next to mine as we gently sway to and fro on the big wooden swing-a swing purchased mere days prior to learning that I was going to be a mother for the first time...

...the first lost tooth and the wonder at the discovery of glittering dust, carelessly tracing the Tooth Fairy's path from the windowsill to pillow...

...butterfly kisses, Eskimo kisses, fishy kisses, and the promise of loving each other to infinity and beyond...

...these aren't things that will be easily forgotten. Nor should they be.

So, yes, I missed a post on Mother's Day.

Because I was busy being a mother.


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