El Dia de los Madres

{Note: Since I took enough Spanish classes in college to be fluent in the language, I feel justified in entitling this post in said language. Mind you, the only reason I passed these classes (not only passed but received top marks) is thanks to my Uruguayan teacher's assistant who just happened to teach all my classes and who also just happened to take a liking to me; thus, in all my oral exams she asked me the exact same questions (all about mi esposo). Thanks to her, I didn't learn much Spanish but I did gain a love for Shakira and let's be honest--how much Spanish do I use in my every day life? Nada. But how much Skakira do I use? Muchos. That's right, "The Hips Don't Lie" is a vital part of my daily life}.

On this day of the mothers, I try not to get overly sentimental. Instead of focusing too much on all the "what ifs" (what if I were a better mother, what if I could just get pregnant again, what if I NEVER get pregnant again, etc., etc.), I choose to focus on the important stuff: breakfast in bed, fresh flowers, long afternoon naps, and homemade dinner. That said, don't think for a second that I'm not grateful that I get to spend every day with this rugrat:

Don't think that I don't love every hug given, every laugh bellowed, every nose kiss received, every song sang, every "wuv you, mamas" offered. I daily recognize that I'm living the good life, spending every day doing what I love most. And while it could be easy to focus too much on all the "what ifs", I choose to focus on the "what I've got". Because what I've got is good. Really good. Will and his mama; Mother's Day 2010

Here he's giving me "eye kisses" (butterfly kisses).

And here he's giving me "no'e kisses" (Eskimo kisses).