Mother's Day

Yesterday was my first official mother's day. I have kind of faux-celebrated with Lucy over the past three years, always getting projects and stuff from daycare and school, but something struck me so differently yesterday--a combination of our growing family, my close-knit support system of amazing women, and missing my own mom, too.

Lucy came back home to us last night, after being with her mom for a little over a week. She was really clingy the whole time her mom was here, and wouldn't leave her alone, a repercussion of bringing the baby home, I'm sure. We had a heart to heart about it later that night when she was in the bath tub. I told her that I understood how much she missed her mom, and that I too spent some time crying that day like she was because I wanted to see her so bad. I could see the wheels turning in her head as she started to turn her face from a forced pout to concern for my well being. She asked me if the reason I was crying was because I was sad that we couldn't visit my mom, because she lives in heaven. I told her yes, and also because I wished so badly that she could have met Lucy and the new baby. She reassured me that although we can't see her in person, she can still see us, and is watching over our family, like an angel.

Those words, even though I've thought them in my head a hundred times, coming from her mouth melted my heart. She put her worries and sadness about missing her mom aside and was consoling me--the grown-up. I'm not sure what was going through her head, I think it was somewhere along the lines of matter-of-factness and acknowledging the pain that I was feeling, but I felt so happy to know that I'm part of why this kid is who she is; and so proud to have a six-year-old with such a caring, compassionate soul.