On Mother’s Day

It’s a bittersweet day for me. My son, my sweet hilarious wiggly huge devoted cuddly tiny boy, is five months old today. It’s also my first Mother’s Day since he was born. Last year on this day I was eight weeks pregnant, and Malcolm was the size of a kidney bean, so the whole “gonna be a mom” thing wasn’t super real to me yet. Today is also my seventh Mother’s Day without my own mom. I had to calculate that number, seven, several times because it just doesn’t seem right that it’s been that long. It’s not right. I wasn’t ready at 29 to lose her and 35 doesn’t make it any easier. So, the day is complicated. More than anything I wish she could be here to meet Malcolm Linden, his middle name chosen for his Grandma Linda. And that’s every day, of course, not just this Hallmark holiday. But the day brings stuff up. I am so lucky that I had such a great mom: fiercely intelligent, witty, strong, and utterly devoted to us. And I’m grateful to my little guy for making me a mom.




One thought on “On Mother’s Day

  1. julia

    xo ellie. your mother would be so proud of you. (and i know how you feel, sort of, with my grandma. i wish everyday that she was here to know ethan). xo


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s