What I Learned My First Mother’s Day

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Mother’s Day usually made me scoff in years past.  A “Hallmark Holiday,” I called it.  

It is also a big day of sales at KFC-the second busiest behind Super Bowl Sunday, in fact. If that doesn’t say something about the day then I don’t know what.

This year I noticed something I had always missed before: that it’s not just about a child or family appreciating their mother, but it’s a chance for the mother (me, in this case) to celebrate the little person I love above all little people.

It was beautiful and it might be my new favorite holiday.

  

Is This Real, or Surreal?

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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Whoa!.”

This experience is maybe not the most surreal I’ve had (surreal: having the qualities of surrealism; bizarre). Waking up from a coma was pretty bizarre, some experiences i’ve had with my homeless clients are outrageous, and the whole pregnancy thing was pretty out there (for me),

This one is so something completely new: I turned in my notice at work. So much of my identity is tied up as a social worker with homeless addicts. I’ve done it for 10 years, and thought I’d spend my whole adult life spirit. I know I can go back, it’s just not how I pictured. For better or worse, who I’m becoming is not who I thought I’d be. So far, I think it’s for better.

The First Time I Walked On Trembling Feet – Wee One’s Birth Story

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As I’ve written before, I had reservations when I got pregnant about actually having a baby, but after prayer and meditation, I began to believe that parenting was something I could do, something that I would even want to do and that I needed to have faith. In God. In myself. In her. In other people.

Her delivery was the first (the hardest?) application of this faith.

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Experiment, but No Cigar – No Rocky Patel

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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “But No Cigar.”

This prompt reminds me that, come this weekend, I’m going to have my first cigar since last summer, my first one since the Wee One came. However, even though we’re going on Saturday, there was another poportunity just after she was born that I really wanted to take advantage of… but no cigar.

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