We (my mom and I) are writing letters to my daughter, Ellie (as though we were having a tea party long distance). These weekly letters not only chronicle our lives but they include memories, lessons, favorite recipes, dreams, and lots of love. We hope that one day Ellie will pass these letters on to her children. And in the process, we are having so much fun blogging about our experiences as 3 generations (and drinking our tea as we write)!
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Life Lesson Month of August: Blog 5- Letters from Mom & Mimi
You and Joe are exploring your new house!
And when I call you my Angel, I mean that so sincerely right
now… you have been one in every sense of the word as your Dad and I have
completely disrupted your world with a big house move and the impending birth
of your brother. You have gone
along with everything we have asked you and you transitioned so seamlessly-
even sleeping perfectly in your new room complete with your new bed since day
And now that we are just about settled in our new place, we
are anxiously awaiting the newest member of our family. I am in crazy nesting mode (which
combined with my Type A personality made it possible for us to be completely
unpacked in our new house in 2 days… yes, 2 days- all the boxes were emptied
and organized including all of the baby’s clothes (through 24 months) which I
washed and folded). And now, it’s
time to hang the pictures. This is
where your Dad and my parents keep telling me that I have a lifetime here in
the house to put it together… there is no rush. But for me, that’s always been a challenge.
Life Lessons Learned
#26: As my Dad always says
(but doesn’t always do), enjoy the ride Ellie.
The one area where I feel like I am actually taking his
advice is with this pregnancy. I
know it’s my last baby so I am in no hurry to deliver. Aside from Kyle’s genetic issues,
pregnancy for me has always been easy on my body. I am probably one of the few people who really loves being
pregnant all the way through. I am
excited to have a bump, feel kicks and hiccups, and see the ripple of movement
on my stomach when your brother turns.
My pregnancies are also the few times in my life where I have truly felt
beautiful- like this is what my body was made for. I think there really is something to that line about
pregnant women glowing. It’s when
I feel the most strong and purposeful. And I can’t lie… I love devouring a large order of
cheese fries for dinner without anyone judging!
Seeing how visibly pregnant I am often garnishes many stares
and comments, namely being, “You must be so ready to have this baby!” but my
answer is always the same, “Not yet.”
I will miss these days of flutters, just as I did with you and
Kyle. I remember waking up some
nights after you were both born and my immediate thought was that your kicks in
my belly awoke me but then I quickly realized that wasn’t it and it made me a
bit melancholy and wistful. Don’t
misunderstand me, I am so anxious to meet this little boy in my tummy just as I
was with you and Kyle but I am enjoying the journey of waiting for him to come.
Of course, I wonder what he will look like (will he be my
one baby to have hair as I have had much more acid reflex in this pregnancy
than the prior two?) and what will his personality be like (will he be more
quiet like Kyle or serious like you?).
But I will have my answers soon enough and I am ok to wait because I
will never get this time back. My
body will never feel another baby within it and that’s ok. Our family is complete and I feel
Always take it one day at a time, despite how difficult that
may be (as I am off to hang more pictures).