This Thing We Call Motherhood

With Mother’s Day this past weekend, I knew I should write a Mother’s Day post– but in all honesty I wasn’t sure what I wanted to write or if I wanted to write anything. Facebook showed me plenty of recounts of how others spent their Mother’s Day– lists of gifts received, activities checked off. Mother’s Day is a wonderful day with a beautiful sentiment, but writing a story about how I spent the day isn’t doing it for me.

Going back to why I am writing my blog– to leave a memory for myself and my girls for years to come–I’d rather tell them how I feel about being their Mom today than what we did or I received today. My own Mom passed away unexpectedly ten years ago. I wish I was so lucky to share this day with her and my two girls. I remember all the years growing up when I went to the grocery store’s bakery department and made my Mom a cake. What a cute idea! Who knows, maybe that is where my love of decorating cakes comes from. That is my memory to cherish. But what I wouldn’t give to have some of her memories.

So, to follow are two posts. One for Aria, and one for Vienna. A quick glimpse of life as it is today with each of them, as their Mama.
Mama Writes

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