|The Sunshine of My Life|
This will be my second Mother's Day as your mommy. What a wild ride the past 18 months has been. As I look back over your short yet universe-altering life, I can't help but think of how much I feel like I'm screwing it up.
Every single day, I see others mothers getting it right. Just this week I saw Duchess Kate dressed in a beautiful spring dress and high heels walk down steps holding her newborn Princess Charlotte, basically the same day she gave birth. 24 hours after I had given birth to you, I hadn't showered, could barely stand, and hadn't washed my hair for 3 days. A royal I was not! I was just happy the catheter was gone and that the walk to the bathroom was a short one.
We had a tough start, you and me. I see mothers post pictures and blog posts about their first days with their baby, full of awe and wonder at the new life that they have created. You and I, we had a tougher time. Your first days were filled with tears, yours and mine. They were filled with frustration and pain and feeling like I couldn't get a thing right. Some mothers, they just take to motherhood naturally, but I unfortunately had a different path. We got there, you and I, but it didn't come easy.
I am one of those mommies who has to go to work everyday. Well, except Saturday and Sunday of course. But those days are spent cramming a week's worth of errands in, grocery shopping and cleaning and laundry, which your saint of a daddy takes care of, and trying to squeeze us time in there somewhere. The guilt I feel as a full time working mommy will never go away. I spent every day of your first 3 months with you, at home, but then our time together was over and I had to go back to work. I am sorry that I am not home with you everyday. I am sorry we don't go to the library for story time or to the park for a play date. I am sorry we can't go to Target on a Tuesday morning just for fun. I know there are things that we won't get to do because I have to go to work everyday. And I am eternally sorry for that, with every fiber of my being.
Sometimes I lose my temper and get frustrated with you, my love. Another way mommy just doesn't get it right. I am so full of love for you, but in some ways you are so much like me, headstrong and determined to do it on your own. Those are the best qualities I could give to you, but some days, after a long hard day at work, or when I'm not feeling well, or when I just want a break, those qualities can push me to, and even past, my limit. Some days, hearing "NO!" for the hundredth time or having you throw your dinner on the ground pushes me to my breaking point. I am sorry my love. I know you don't do it to make mommy mad and I know you are still trying to figure things out in this big world of yours. Just like you are trying to figure it out, I am too.
But I hope someday, that you will look back at all my imperfections, all the ways that I haven't gotten it right, and realize that somewhere in there was an imperfect woman who loved you with every ounce of her soul. Who knew she wasn't getting it right, and tried to do better. I hope you see a woman who loved you but also loved her job, and gave both everything she had. I hope you see your mommy as someone who wanted it all, and did her best to get it all. I know I will continue to not get it right. There will be more bad days when I lose my temper and get frustrated. But I will never give up on you, on us. I always wanted a daughter, and God blessed me with the best one there ever was. I am so lucky to have you, my Sabrina. You are the best Mother's Day present of all.