Friends, I know it’s over now and Mother’s Day has been facebooked, tweeted, blogged to death. I just wanted to share two of the old pics my mom sent me last week in preparation for my first Mother’s Day:
OK, and one thought! These make me wonder about how my mom’s mind must be blown that I’m a mom now. I cannot imagine Mary Tobin being big enough to drive (“But her legs are too short,” a friend observed at dinner Saturday night), much less being a mama. I do believe it’s a miracle, the way this works. And wise of God that I can’t grasp the magnitude of my task . . . we need to take it one stage, one day, one hour at a time.
Some links in honor of mamas out there:
- If you lose your baby, look here first. (Thanks, brother Ben, for the laugh and the parenting advice.)
- Noona: My Italian Grandmother by Debby Prum (Anna Kate‘s MiL). We love the ladies who break some stereotypes and embody others.
- A mom who wears a paper bag over her head, for serious.
- To the Mother With Only One Child. Hat tip Eliza Joy on these last two, whose impeccable timing gave me the laugh and then the perspective I needed as two-month-old MT and I hung out (and cried it out) at home.
- Mother’s Day is a bigger deal in Mexico.
Revisiting a few old posts:
- Girl power: beer on the head, for the win! Classic Mama Rote.
- She also has some other redeeming qualities. (With wedding pics.)
- Let’s close it out with Tina Fey. Be sure to click through to A Mother’s Prayer For Her Child: “May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.”