Mom04/10/2011 at 10:10 pm | Posted in family, Love, Motherhood | 6 Comments
Tags: grandmother, mother, Motherhood
This weekend I received one of the best gifts you could possibly give a pregnant-woman-who-is-also-mother-to-a-toddler: SLEEP.
From my mom.
At first I resisted her suggestion because, in all likelihood, a slumber party with Nonna means that Nonna would not slumber much. But Mom insisted. And I caved. (Note to self: try to start accepting such offers gracefully).
But grace is definitely not one of my shining qualities right now, at 35(!) weeks pregnant. I’m cranky. Snippy. Whiny. And, most lovely of all, gassy.
And simply because she’s my mother, and she’ll love me no matter how much crap I dish out, she sees a lot of the less savory Suzanne. Too much, really.
And she still wants to hang out with me.
So with the men in our lives out of town this weekend, we three gals hunkered down at Mom’s house Saturday night. Small Fry and Mom shared a room. Secluded upstairs, I slept for seven straight hours for the first time in I don’t know how long. Then I slept for two more. And had a wonderful hot breakfast, followed by shopping, then a wonderful lunch.
And my eyes opened a little more to just how awesome my mother is. And how loved and blessed I am.
I’m so very, very grateful.