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.ย 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.

Back to Blogging

After V was born I really wanted to blog. I love reading fellow Mom blogs and I also love all things baby- baby gear, baby advice… I’m maybe a bit addicted to baby research in general (or certainly was with my first). At the time, I also really missed writing– my work and education background is in communications. So, I started blogging. But I hated my blog. It was a template design that I would get completely frustrated with every time I started writing. It didn’t look polished like the blogs I perused daily, and, as much as I tried to go with it and just stick to writing and ignore the design, it didn’t happen. (Cough, type A). ย So here I am, a year later, another baby born, a more polished space, and perhaps a different tone in mind.ย This time round I really just hope to record the daily happenings of our family life, and have a memory of this time for when the girls I am older. “The days are long but the years are short” is a quote that is really starting to resonate with me. Life seems to be moving at rapid speed. When baby A came home, miss V instantly looked and seemed SO much older. I want to remember this time for all that it is, even if some days I’m drinking more coffee than water and counting down the minutes til bedtime ๐Ÿ˜‰ And, if I’m being completely honest, after bedtime hits I always miss the girls and wish they were awake. Mom struggles.