Yesterday was my very first Mother's Day and I enjoyed it immensely. Grace and I went to church and then the cemetary to visit my mom. Then we drove 25 minutes to buy delicious scones for our mother's day brunch. My dad and step-mom and my sister Kate and the kids came over and we had a lovely brunch and a nice afternoon. Being a single mother, I did not expect presents from Gracie because 1. She's a baby 2. She isn't big enough to make me presents on her own 3. I control the access to her piggy bank. But it seems that my girl is resourceful and solicited the help of her all too willing Aunts. Auntie Amy helped her to get a kit that we can use to make hand and foot prints and then frame it. I can't wait to use it. Auntie Kate helped her get a silver, heart shaped music box that plays My Girl by the Temptations. It's also engraved with "mommy, you will always be my girl. Love, Gracie". So sweet! The very best gift I got was something that Gracie did do herself. She pulled herself up for the first time. I was very proud though she certainly didn't do it with me in mind. She was kneeling by the door watching her cousins play in the yard. When they moved out of her sight line she pulled herself up so she could see them. But hey, it doesn't matter why she did it, it only matters that she did do it. It was just a lovely day.
I had a little trepadation about the day. I mean, I was super excited for it, but at the same time, a little sad for Grace's first mom. Because Grace has two mothers, the one who gave birth to her and the one who is raising her, I feel like I really share the day with her. I definitly don't mind it though because if it were not for her, I would not have Grace. But I feel for the loss. I have read many other blogs over this weekend and I was beginning to think that maybe something was wrong with me. Many other mothers seemed to be really sorrowful about the holiday and perhaps couldn't enjoy it to it's fullest. I did and I'm not sorry for that. I think it's because every day I recognize and feel the loss of her first family, but I also have intense respect and love for them. The best way I can acknowledge their loss and sorrow is to enjoy every moment that I have with her and love her enough for all of us. And I do that.
