So it's Mother's Day. It's a day that I'm usually a little sad about, not because I'm not a mom yet but because for the past 11 years I've been so far, far away from my own mom. The day almost always starts out the same. I call my mom around 9 or 9:30 and she opens her card and gifts that I've sent her while we're on the phone. She always cries (just like on her birthday and sometimes my birthday) and talks about how lucky she is to have a daughter like me.
Today was almost no different. The card brought the expected tears. The gifts were opened and appreciated. There was, however, talk about how this time next year she'd be getting a grandma card from baby girl Sofia (which brought about more tears - the bittersweet kind where if you're my mom's daughter you try to elicit a few times a year). Then there was talk about how hard it will be being 8 hours away from each other once Sofia is here. And it will be so very, very hard.
When I first moved away in July 1999, I spent the first few years crying every time we visited and left. Who am I kidding? That first year or two? I cried many times per week! It was hard to be away. And yet I know we made the right choice. (It's snowing today in Buffalo. My reason for moving was not the weather, but today it solidifies my decision.) How on earth am I going to leave now, knowing that my mom won't get to see that precious little face for months at a time? Makes me wonder if we shouldn't go back...and yet I know I don't really want to. Life is full of hard choices.
Happy Mother's Day to everyone reading this that is either a mom, soon-to-be mom, mom of the future, and furbaby mommies (that's really all of you, yes?). Enjoy the day!