Every few years my birthday falls on Mother’s Day, which always makes it extra special. This is one of those years. And, oh, we have big plans. Sleeping in, brunch at a restaurant with my mom and my husband’s mom (buffet brunch is one of my favorite things ever and we don’t go often, so that was my request) and maybe something else fun in the afternoon, TBD.
Yesterday was the Mother’s Day celebration at Gia’s school and it was absolutely adorable. She was so proud, singing “My Mom’s Special”and “I Love Mommy” and giving me all the presents she made me. (A card, a “framed” picture of her and a miniature cutout of me.)
In honor of Mother’s Day, I asked Gia a few questions about me and about love and here’s what she had to say.
1. What is mommy’s name?
Krista Q. (she knew my full name)
2. How old is mommy?
23 (wooohooo–thank you Gia. I’ll actually be 34 tomorrow!)
3. How much does Mommy weigh?
40 lbs (again, thank you Gia! If you look back at some old posts, you’ll know the answer to this one.)
4. When mommy drops you off at school, what does she do?
She goes home and she goes to the store. (Yup. That’s exactly what I do! Smart girl!).
5. What does love mean?
It means that I love your heart. (Heart. stopped. beating. How sweet is she?)
I’ll leave you with a funny story… The above pictures were taken for a super sweet, tear-inducing Mother’s Day post we’re doing on Daily Mom. (Be sure to check it out when it goes live on Sunday). Jon wasn’t home so I set up the good old tripod, dressed up the kids, slapped some makeup on, and bribed Gia by letting her click the remote to take the pictures. Well, she was in a bit of a mood and insisted on wearing her socks with her sparkly shoes. Then she proceeded to put the shoes on the wrong feet, which I mentioned when she asked her usual “Right feet? Wrong feet?”. She asks this every time she puts on shoes by herself. Well, on this day, she refused to put them on the correct feet. So, if you look closely, you can tell they’re on the wrong feet.
But ya know what? The whole shoe thing is like a metaphor for motherhood. Sometimes the shoes are on the wrong feet, but they’re still sparkly and shiny. With parenting, sometimes things don’t always go as we planned, but they still turn out fine. And sometimes, they’re even better than fine–they’re perfect.