It will be four weeks ago this Wednesday since I gave birth to our beautiful son, Charlie. And it will be a week ago on Tuesday since we moved out of our town home in Vail and into our house in Denver. Needless to say I'm ready to curl up in a ball in any corner of any room and sleep for days. The past few weeks have been some of the most rewarding, amazing, exhausting, and difficult days of my life. And I could not have survived any of them without my mom. When we found out we were moving back to Denver three weeks after Charlie's birth my mom was kind enough to stay with us and help us pack up the house. And my dad was nice enough to be without her at work and at home for an unprecedented amount of time.
Our first week at home is a blur. Having a c-section means pain meds, which in turn means I don't have quite the clarity I had hoped to have being home with our son for the first time in our lives. Add to that the stress of finding a place to live an hour and a half away, Rick commuting to and from Denver for work throughout the week, the lack of sleep and I just feel blessed that I'm alive to tell the tale!
Luckily my mom swooped in to save the day! She cooked, she cleaned, she packed, she did the laundry, she provided me opportunities to shower, she massaged my back, she went grocery shopping, she helped us find a place to live, she remembered all of the things my post pregnancy brain kept forgetting, she made lists, she got me organized, she taught me how to be a mom. I am so truly blessed. I cannot remember the last time I got to spend three solid weeks with my mom. Growing up you take for granted all of the quality mom time afforded to you. Then you grow up, move to a new city, and soon mom time becomes few and far between. When I do see my mom it's usually for a family gathering which means there is rarely one-on-one mother daughter time. So getting my mom all to myself, regardless of how much we had to do while she was here, was truly a gift.
I have always heard that once you become a parent you view your parents differently and appreciate the sacrifices they have made for you in a new way. I never doubted the truth behind this concept, but experiencing it for myself these past few weeks has been eye opening. I would do anything for Charlie. Hearing him cry breaks my heart into little pieces and the love I have for him is unexplainable. I now have a better understanding of how my parents feel about my brother and me. I imagine that my relationship with my parents will continue to evolve. We have one more thing in common. I have many new things I can learn from them and advice I will heed. I feel so lucky to have a mom who will drop everything to spend three weeks helping us start our new lives. If I can be half the mother my mom has been to me, Charlie will be one lucky boy.
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| I love you mom |
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