Sunday is Mother's Day, and it just doesn't feel like it to me. I guess after 32 years of honoring my mom or mike's mom, or my friends who are moms, I just don't feel like a mom, myself.
Coworkers and friends seemed surprised we had brought Rosie up to her foster family this weekend for a much needed respite for us all. Rosie's foster mom asked how I feel this Mother's Day. I said, I don't feel like a mom as much as I do a crabby woman. She burst out laughing and said, "That's motherhood! Welcome!"
Fear not, Rosie will return Sunday, and we will celebrate my new found motherhood. For those of you who remember stories about her foster mom that seemed worrisome. My fears were put aside when after a brief meeting with them, rosie commented that she missed them and wept. So I emailed foster mom and asked if she could invite Rosie for a visit.
Rosie was so thrilled and touched to have them call and want to see her. As we pulled into the driveway, rosie was screaming with excitement when she saw her foster dad and sister. So for the concerns I had, I figure one weekend is ok.
And really, celebration has already begun with a present Rosie made for me. Well, she designed the flower pot and planted the little annual...I think it's an annual. I don't have much of a green thumb.
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