Friday, May 09, 2008

• Happy mothers day, to myself.

  Dear December,
  
  Its been a rough six plus years, thats for damn sure. Remember when you found out you were pregnant, and how you sat on that information for a month before telling a soul? Remember how you told mom? I think the words were something like:
  
  "Im pregnant you bitch" while stomping out of the kitchen and throwing yourself down onto the bed to cry your eyes out. So, at 17 you didnt have much tact, and it appears that you werent exactly willing to consider the fact that you werent ready to be a mom. You were pregnant, that meant having a baby and arent you glad you did?
  
  Well, you can be glad now. Back then wasnt so easy. Working the 10pm-6am shift at Denny's and coming home to a sister who hated watching a newborn that wasn't hers, but who did it out of the love in her heart? Remember how she would let you sleep for a few hours before putting that baby in your arms, and how you dreaded it each and every morning.
  
  How things have changed. That baby grew up, so quickly. Started walking and talking earlier than the doctors said he should have. He will be seven this year, and there isn't a better behaved child anywhere.
  
  Motherhood is hard, it is hard when you are completely prepared. Being a parent sucks when you have a spouse to share the burden with, but for most of your time being a mother, you didn't have anyone else. You had you, and though it was touch and go for a while there, you three got through it.
  
  In seven short years you went from your first swollen pregnant belly, to your last. Cherish these moments, the small intricacies of being a mom, because you don't get to do this again. You really came around, lady, and thanks to that little thyroid condition that ate your body, you actually have to work to convince people of the fact that you are a 25 year old mother of three.
  
  Remember to thank the people who helped along the way. The father who gave you two children with unbridled love and compassion for everyone around them. The stepmom who was there when you weren't able to be. The aunt who took them for two months as you got your shit together and turned your life around. Dont forget the new baby, and his father who has treated you with more respect than anyone ever has, and who has bonded with the first two children as if they were his own. You are an extremely lucky girl, just know that.
  
  Call your mother more often, call your grandmother, swallow your pride and send a mothers day gift to the stepmom who works so hard. Call your mother-in-law, tell her that you appreciate all that she does for you, because she is awesome.
  
  Most of all, relax, enjoy this time, being a mom and a wife. This is the only time your life will be this easy, and this great. Your children see the changes you have made, excellent job.
  
  No one could have done it but you.
  
  
  Love,
  
  Yourself.
  
  

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