Being Mummy

My somewhat electic Mother's Day flowers, personally selected by Noey (with Papa's help). He wanted the red roses and yellow eustomas, I am told.

"Alright Mama, let's blow out the candle and..."

"...Wait, what do you mean I'll only get one piece of cake?"

"Guess I should make the most of it. Let me at it, woman!"

'Tis my 2nd Mother's Day this year. I wasn't expecting much but my dear husband insisted on taking Noey out on a jaunt -- leaving me with about half an hour of me-time, which I totally appreciated -- and came back with some flowers and an Arctic Roll for a little Mother's Day celebration at home. (Yes, Arctic Roll. Who knew it still existed??)

While I appreciated that little throw-back to the past, it of course meant nothing to Noey, to whom only the fact that it was ICE CREAM got him excited.

As I watched him eat, I realised that I got more satisfaction out of watching him eat and enjoy his slice of ice-cream cake than I did eating my own. And it occured to me that that is what being a Mum does to you, isn't it?

DD was amused when I commented recently that I've been chugging down the soft drinks when I'm out having meals sans Noey because when Noey's with me, I would automatically try to order a Noey-friendly drink (usually fruit juice), knowing full well that he would make a dive for my cup. Small things like that really press home the fact that my life, well, it's not just about me anymore. Of course the big things -- like the fact that I no longer hold a full-time job or have any career to speak of -- make that clear as well!

I was watching an episode of Grey's Anatomy recently where Callie asked Bailey when the perfect time to have kids was. Bailey's answer was essentially that if one was waiting for the perfect time to have kids, they would never have kids. She launched into a description of how they take everything away from you until "you have nothing left for you". And then, she talked about how her son woke her up in the morning saying "wake up" instead of "wade up" as he usually does and that irrational pride and unbridled joy she felt at him finally nailing the "k" sound. How it made everything worth it.

I totally get that. It's exactly how I feel everyday. (And yes, I know it's TV and not real and all that but it's one of my favourite shows, so run with me on this.)

On Sunday afternoon while pulling his usual stunt of climbing all over me, Noey suddenly stopped, and declared "Love Mama!" And he bent down and gave me a kiss, on the cheek. That one moment? That was one of those moments. The kind that make it all worth it. It made my Mother's Day.

Thank you, my litle man, for making me a Mommy.