While yesterday was the official Mother’s Day on the calendar. I don’t think that any mom waits for one day a year to receive recognition for her good works. It isn’t as if she’s not working, cooking, cleaning, raising the children and/or helping to impact the lives of others the other 364 days a year. Yes it is nice to be acknowledged for what you do but if you got into motherhood for the thanks and praises then I have to tell you, you have another thing coming. Don’t get me wrong, I’m very fortunate to have a partner who frequently tells me that I’m doing a great job with our child. I have friends who will comment, what a good job we’re doing with Miss K. The reality of being a mother is it is messy (and I’m not just referring to the poop and puke stage). It is messy raw emotions running around both on the part of the mom and the part of the child. If you’re like me and your child is in the toddler/pre-schooler stage, every day is a battle of wills. Your little person is trying to exert their independence, while you as the adult are trying to allow them to do this but also keeping them safe. There is a standstill at the front door because you won’t let them wear the water shoes (you bought over the weekend and didn’t put away) to school this morning. There are meltdowns because you put them in the car seat and they didn’t climb in themselves. Then you decide to sing while the radio is playing Sunshine in my Pocket and let me tell you, mommy should not be singing (according to my child). Then there is the jacket/no jacket decision because one minute they want it on and one minute they do NOT want to be wearing their jacket. But of course along with all of these emotions are the pure raw ones. When your child grabs your hand to cross the parking lot. When they whisper, “hold me mommy.” When you’re dropping them off to school and they come running calling you, because I need one more hug and a kiss. This is what being a mother is all about. The one hug that feels like it sets the world in motion for it to be an amazing day. The kiss that you know comes with so much love. The words, I love you mommy, that come with a look that lets you know for that one moment, all is right in the world. Ladies and gentlemen, that is what motherhood is about. It is raw, it is emotional and it is real. There are moments that you want to pull your hair out, that you second guess your decision and you worry and wonder about the world that these little people are growing up in. But then there are the pure moments that make it all worth while.
I would be remiss if I didn’t thank all of the women who are in Miss K’s life. It takes a village and we’re surrounding ourselves with our tribe. I know that Mother’s Day isn’t an easy one for everyone. For those ladies who have lost their moms, may have a strained relationship with them, who may have lost a child, have had a strained relationship with their child, who have chosen not to be a mother or who are trying so hard to be a mother, I hope that you were able to get through the day and know that you play such a huge role in the lives of so many.
And remember it shouldn’t take another 364 days before you say Happy Mother’s Day to your mom or thank you for all that she’s done to make you the person that you are today.
It has been a hectic couple of weeks at our house. Last time I wrote Holy Week and Easter were approaching. We were fortunate enough to have my parents and brother and his family visiting for Easter. It was wonderful to all be together and have the cousins be able to hang out and do all of the things that a an almost three year old and four year old would do when they are together. There were so many great snapshots of their trip including Miss K’s first ever Easter egg hunt! Melissa did a phenomenal job organizing everything and of course it went off without a hitch expect for the baskets that I forgot to bring. Fitting that the kids ran around in shopping bags to fill up!
The week continued with yiayia and pappou staying on which meant early morning snuggles and of course a morning koulouraki for the kid. Yes I know it isn’t the breakfast of champions but hey when they visit they get to spoil her and I’m okay with that. I swear regardless if my family is here for three days or two weeks the time flies by. We were lucky to have yiayia and pappou here for Miss K’s third birthday. Yes you read that right, my baby is three. Well now she tells me that, “I’m a big girl now, but don’t worry mama, I’ll always be your baby.” Yes you will be. We are so lucky to have a healthy, smart, funny little girl full of personality and yes sometimes attitude. She definitely speaks her mind and lets you know who is in charge. There are days that this drains me to the core, I won’t lie, but on the other days it makes me so proud. I want her to be feisty and fiery. I want her to challenge and always question in order to learn. I want her to have compassion and the courage to speak her mind.
My wishes for her as she enters her third year are: first and foremost health, because without our health we are nothing. Secondly I hope that she can see the love that her father (along with so many family members and friends) have for her and bring that with her in everything she does. Remember that she’s good enough when the other little girl doesn’t want to play with her. Remember that she can climb the rock wall when it looks so scary through her little eyes. Remember that she can sound out that word in the book, as she tells me, “I want to read it mommy.” And thirdly, I want her to grow. Obviously that is a given you’ll say, she’s three of course she’ll grow. But I mean more than in height and weight. I mean into the little lady that she is becoming. I mean into the compassionate child who wanted us to help the birdie stuck in the neighbours vent on the side of the house; who wanted us to go back when we saw the ambulance wheeling out a lady from her house, to make sure she was okay. This is what is important in life. You can have all the money in the world but if you don’t have your health, you aren’t surrounded by love and you don’t have compassion, what is the point of living?
Happy Birthday Little Lady. I love you to the moon and back. And yes, you will ALWAYS be my baby!
Happy Thanksgiving to my Canadian friends. Wishing each and every one of you an amazing day filled with food, laughter and the love of your family and friends.
Well what a busy two weeks it has been. Since the last time I wrote we had family visiting to celebrate the little Miss’ birthday. I know everyone says it but seriously I can’t believe how the last year has flown by. The first year is a whirlwind as you’re sleep deprived, unsure what to do with this tiny human. The second year is different, you’re still unsure of what to do with this human but from a different perspective. How to get them to stop jumping on the furniture or wanting to run in the street. Trying to understand everything that they’re saying to you and helping them not get mad when they can’t communicate. Trying to make sure you instill in them the important this in life for that age, things like: confidence, sharing, and trying to be an all around well natured child.
This year we had multiple events to celebrate the big day and were so lucky to have family and friends with us. We went right from the parties to Orthodox Easter or Pascha as we call it. It is a very special time of year where we are do things a little bit different than our other Christian friends. First off is the date, Orthodox Easter always falls after Passover. This year it was over a month after Catholic Easter. Next year it will be together and then not again for eight years. We’re not big into the bunny and chocolates. We’re more into red dyed eggs and candles lit at midnight. Regardless of how you incorporate traditions into your Pascha, I hope it Χριστός Ανέστη!
Lastly we celebrated the Nameday of a special man in our lives, Παππού Γιώργο! Pappou George and all of the George and Georgias celebrate their Nameday the Monday after Pascha when it falls after April 23rd. So this past Mondya we celebrated him and other cousins, aunts and uncles with those names. Να σας χαιρόμαστε και να είσαστε πολύχρονη!
Valentine’s Day…February 14th. It is the same day every year yet you will see thousands of people scrambling for that last minute card, gift or even flowers from the gas station to please their loved one. My hubby thinks that it is a Halmark holiday. I can’t say that I completely disagree with him. I don’t believe that you should wait until one day a year that is decided for you to show the people that surround you that you love them. You should do it every day in some small way. Grand gestures don’t mean much if they aren’t backed up by day to day actions. So today I will spend it with the people that I love. I am grateful that I can do so and wish that I could do it every single day.
To all of you wonderful people who take the time to read my blog I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I wish you all a Happy Valentine’s Day! May your day be full of love and laughter!
Well we took our first official road trip of the summer (hence my not posting last week). We made the drive to the homestead in Massachusetts. My husband swears something changes in me as soon as I cross the border but I don’t buy it. Perhaps it is the excitement of being somewhere that was home for so many years. Perhaps it is the anticipation of sewing family and friends. Unfortunately there is never enough time to see everyone and this does make me sad. So if I didn’t get to see you this trip I’m sorry. Hopefully we will see each other again soon!
One of the reasons we went to visit is that one of my dearest friends was getting married and there was no way we were missing that party! The wedding was beautiful and a great day was had by all.
Road tripping with a toddler is a lot different than road tripping without a little one. Yes, yes, everyone tells you this but until you experience it, you have no idea! A few key things I learned is be prepared with snacks. I always had a bag full of various snacks ready to go, both healthy options and some treats. When push comes to shove and you are at hour 6 of your trip you are willing to do anything. Duct tape–never travel without it. Our toddler was getting into everything: the kitchen cabinets, the cabinet underneath the bathroom sink, she even thought it was funny to open and close the door in between the rooms 25 times before daddy grabbed the tape and saved the day!
Do not worry no walls or doors were injured in the making of this photo.
Once we arrived at our destination it was great to see the little miss surrounded by love. She was able to meet some of my friends for the first time and it was special to say the least. We were also able to see some of the sights that Beantown has to offer. Certainly we will do more next time but got a great taste this time.
If you are debating a road trip–do it. Your kiddos are this age once. Before you know it they will have their ear phones in and not want anything to do with you. For now the smile on their face at the end of an exhausted day tells you you are doing something right!
Happy New Year! Amazingly we entered 2015 with a sense of calmness and peace in our house. Who am I kidding?!? There was a baby crying, toys thrown all over the floor, music blaring. Oh wait that was January 1st. On New Year’s Eve we were all tucked away in our beds by 10:30 and I honestly wouldn’t have had it any other way.I won’t sit here and bore you with my plans for the new year. Plus no fun in reading it all in advance, you’ll have to wait for it to play out week by week.
The one thing I’ll tell you is my goal is to care. I guess I should explain. Of course I care about my family, friends, etc., but I need to stop caring about the fact that they breakfast dishes aren’t done and put away by 10am (or at least that’s what my hubby tells me 🙂 ). I have to care less that the beds aren’t made and that there are toys across the living room floor. That is my goal not only to myself but to my little girl. Crazy to believe in a few months we’ll be celebrating a birthday and yes the planning has begun. I want to take these last few months before the big 0-1 and cherish them even more. So if you come to my house and find some crumbs from the apple, spinach, banana muffin I baked for my LO, or if you see the coffee mugs still in the sink at 1:00pm, I’m sorry. I was too busy getting hugs and kisses from my little one to notice.
Wishing you all a great 2015. Remember this is not a dress rehearsal so make today count!!
So it took three different tries to get Little Miss in her car seat today. We had two complete meltdowns, like screaming bloody murder meltdowns. The third time was the charm and her daddy and I were able to get her in the seat with only a few tears. Needless to say she was asleep before we left the driveway.
Stop number one was the all important coffee run. We made it to the Starbucks drive-thru where mom had been looking forward to a coffee all day. Unfortunately there were ten cars in front of us and so daddy decided to go inside. There were 15 people in line inside and so mommy didn’t get caffeine today, oh well, c’est la vie.
Stop number two was Walmart. Yes I know it is crazy to go to Walmart any day but a Saturday afternoon, what could I do it had to be done. The drive to Walmart was good as was her first carriage ride. A few cries as we were at the cash register but again she was asleep before we left the store. Other than mommy’s baby brain forgetting one of the things we specifically went out for, the trip was a success.
The drive home was uneventful as was the transition into the house. It is amazing how things have changed. Now we leave with a car seat and at least one bag if not two. Today the carriage had to be put in the car as well. Oh and mommy went out with her hair up in a clip, no makeup on and at least two spit up stains on the second shirt of the day. Having gotten very little sleep last night I was hoping someone would say something. I know for me things aren’t what they used to be but I wouldn’t have it any other way.