This is Thanksgiving week.
So many know my Marvelous Monday posts and have watched (read) them evolve through the past year and a half. This week, as we embark on Camille’s first Thanksgiving, I’m thankful for my sweet 2 month old girl… but it’s more than that.
I had a revelation last night – As Dave and I were driving home from Friendsgiving at a friend’s house. Friday night was our niece’s play, Annie, at a local school. Addie went to bed at 10:30 and has been singing Tomorrow ever since. Saturday we looked at a beautiful home in North Attleborough, and though we won’t be moving today or tomorrow, we are working towards getting our house on the market and finding our home. I can’t wait to walk into a house and see the staircase where we will take prom pictures, remember storming up them in argument and running down them in anticipation. Then Sunday we went on a family date to a Providence Bruins game, and though we lost, I had fun watching my favorite sport with my favorite people. After the game we went to a friend’s house and enjoyed good conversation, food and drink and laughed, no really, let it all out. About how we feel insecure, about how our kids were overdue for bed, about how date night seemed like a joke, and about how we may never reclaim our boobs from our children.
And while I was loving the drive home, so assured about my role as a mom and how perfect my girls were… I thought to myself: With Addie I knew and Millie I look. With Addie I felt and Millie I fear.
My insecurities come flooding from me.
i am just a parent.
i am one of a countless many.
i am not doing it right.
But I am thankful that I am doing it.
If there’s no right, whatever I am doing is great.
My girls are smiling.
My friends are wonderful.
My heart is full.
For that, I am thankful.
My girls are so different. Motherhood is so different. Things will, as expected, not go as planned, but everything is going to be OK. I’m adjusting to life as a mom of two- schedules are great, but Addie tells me she misses me, and I find myself needing to shower but having no time frame. It’s just a part of everything else I count my lucky stars to be experiencing.
This is my thanks for that.
For the later nights, early mornings, endless nursing sessions, days between bathing, quick talks with the girls, silly moments only my husband and I will remember (hey Dave, remember Addie’s squeal when you opened the door?), advice from my mom, girls’ dates with my mother-in-law and football games with my father-in-law. All of these things and so much more… Thank you.
And so, Reader, I hope you, too, have much to be thankful for this week and every week before and after.
Happy Thanksgiving to you.