Our First Mother's Day

You made me a mom.

Celebrating mother's day was very different in 2009. Although you were only six weeks old at the time. I did not get a homemade card from you. You did not run up and hug me. I don't think you even let me sleep through the night. Although you rolled over for the first time at 5 weeks and I was convinced I had a genius baby on my hands. I was smitten with you.

But mother's day 2009 (May 10) was very special because it the day you were baptized.

Nonna, Nonni, Grandma, Grandpa, Aunt Katie and Uncle Kevin, Aunt Clare and Aunt Molly and your father and I all walked to the church down the block. We got you dressed in the baptismal dress that was Nonna's wedding dress in the prep room. She marched you down the aisle to the front of the church.



Father David was ready for us. You were a little fussy. But as Father David baptized you and Uncle Kevin held on tight as you hoovered over the baptismal font, you were calm. As if you knew the importance of this moment. We prayed for you. Promised that you would be raised in the Church. Everyone looked on lovingly. It was a good day.



We had a small party back at our townhouse. You liked to be rocked and lifted up in the air over and over. You wore the Gymboree green gingham dress I got on sale. We sat outside on the patio and enjoyed the sunny day. You were so new to us all that we just were awe and wonder of your presence on us.



I remember being so overwhelmed at all of this. I remember wanting to slow down time so I could absorb all of the moment.

We went to a dedication today for our friends. Its like a baptism except without the water. Our friends kept saying how much you had grown. I already told you about turning into a toddler. You are so mature compared to Mother's Day when you were baptized. You are so knowledgeable and can do so many things by yourself now.
You are not 100% dependent on your father and I for everything. You can play and entertain yourself. You can feed yourself and get from one place to another on your own. Maybe I didn't soak up enough of the precious moments when they were happening. It could have been because I was sleep deprived.

I try to enjoy you every moment. I try to remember every detail of your being from your after-the-bath-smell to the way to crinkle your nose up when you smile. I love it all.

You are getting bigger, more independent. I am grateful for your rapid development, I mourn the moments I took for granted. I look forward to the thousands and thousands of after-bath smells, smiles, outbursts, laughter, and special moments we will share.


Look at you today on the way to the dedication (in front of your tree). Who couldn't love that face?