Mother's day passed without a lot of fanfare chez nous as we were all beat up from a rough night with two restless kids, lots of bed jumping and a six a.m. wake up call. I had a hard time being cheery this morning and poor Seb wanted to make the effort but got lost somewhere between the coffee machine and the toaster and then just sort of disappeared for twenty minutes fixing the pool filter. So we just kind of skipped over the whole charade and helped each other get breakfast on the table.
After eating I went in and sat down ready to call my mom but instead she called me. I gave her the "I was just going to call you" scenario which was true, but I really think she thought I was giving her a story. And then who should walk in behind her on the webcam but my sister who has been deep in the dog house lately, but was holding a gigantic blue ceramic Tuscan vase with enormous lavender plants jutting out of it. I looked like the bad daughter again this year. Oops, sorry mom! I owe you a lunch date or some mother daughter sewing time.
Later in the day I played with Charlotte in the kitchen while I was preparing a special Sunday lunch for the guys. It suddenly struck me as I looked into her big, curious eyes that one day my sweet girl might end up being a mom too. It choked me up a little bit thinking about it and then it made me laugh at myself for being such a sap, but up until this moment I hadn't thought that far ahead to what she might become. It was the best moment of my day imagining her holding a cherub-faced baby --fleeting images of her crossing a street holding a wily toddler's hand. Flashes of my future, of her future and the intertwining of generations. That was my mother's day gift.
At five o'clock my friend Haley called to ask us if we wanted to drop over for hamburgers on the grill and we said "great see you in 20 minutes!" They'd planned a cookout with some other friends who'd canceled and so we became the fallback couple. We were cool with it and really happy not to have to cook! Haley and I nursed the babies and chatted while the guys talked about their jobs. One of the nice things about living here is every expat husband works in the same sort of job so you can be sure they'll have lots to talk about and the evening flow smoothly with no conversation gaps. At all the dinner parties we've been to the men are usually more gossipy than the women. It's fun to watch.
It was an unexpectedly nice day. I wonder where we'll be this time next year?
2 comments:
You are nursing a baby, living in Mexico with/without your husband, and are preparing for a big move! I'm sure your mom understands.
Glad you had a nice mother's day and a good weekend out of town with your husband. That hotel looked like just the thing for kids.
My mom is totally cool about things like this. She was teasing me about being mad. And with my sister it's our little joke. We are always "vying" for favorite daughter status and when I saw that gift I was like "damn her!"
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