Yesterday we had a nice day-got lots of things done but I didn't feel rushed. Marc and Lucas got me a beautiful white gold mother child pendant with a small diamond in it. I love it. Lucas woke up before 7am-a bit early for him. We brought him into our room so we could cuddle as a family before facing the weather and 5K walk we were doing. Marc said Lucas was so excited to wish me a happy mother's day and give me his card and gift that he couldn't possibly sleep until 7am. Lucas tried to eat his card-Very cute.
We ended the day with Lucas trying to fall asleep in our bed while I folded laundry. Sort of fitting. We had brunch at my sister-in-law's and everyone wished me a happy mother's day. It didn't seem to weird-maybe because it was all family or maybe because last year they included me in the gift giving. Just because Lucas wasn't born yet, he was still with us and I was caring for him while he continued to grow inside of me.
The real weirdness of it all came when Marc, Lucas and I went to dinner and the server wished me a Happy First Mother's Day Mom! It seemed like she was talking to someone else-she couldn't possibly mean me.
Why is it that I still haven't grasped this whole new role. I mean I care for my son; I make sure he is well rested, fed, clean, clothed and he isn't suffering. I refer to myself as his mommy and mama. But why does it freak me out when strangers call me that?
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