Mother’s Day

Dear Diary,

by UnknownMami on May 9, 2011

Yesterday was my third official Mother’s Day. Can you believe it?

I love that Mother’s Day is in the same month as my birthday. It ends up feeling like I’m being celebrated for a whole month. Yay, me!

On Saturday, I got a package from my mother. She sent me a couple of dresses, but what I really loved was that she sent me a card “signed” by her and my two daughters. It was the first card I’ve gotten with both my daughter’s names on it and I was really touched. I called her all teary to thank her and she made matters worse by thanking me for being such a good mother to my kids. Great, now I’m crying just thinking about it.

On Mother’s Day, Unknown BIL gave me a beautiful bouquet of flowers.

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He walked into the house with it and I said, “Is that for me?” He answered, “Of course, it’s Mother’s Day” and gave me a big hug. Well, that made me cry too.

It’s so silly, but it just feels unbelievably nice to have people other than my husband acknowledge my efforts as a mother. It touched me that my mother and BIL took the time and effort to show their appreciation because it means that not only do they care about me, but they love my children and are invested in their well-being.

I spent the whole day home because Unknown Papi and Put Pie were sick, but it was still a great day. We took a family nap, ate good food, and I got to play with my new DSLR camera.

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I’m just learning to use the manual functions and I’m having a blast. Perhaps, I’ll give myself a photography class for my birthday.

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I feel like a very blessed Mami. I hope other mothers got to feel as much love as I did. Now, I just have to hang onto this feeling and remember it when I ‘m feeling tired and under-appreciated.

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Sundays In My City

by UnknownMami on May 8, 2010

Falling in Love
 

For me it was not love at first sight.

I know for some people, many people it was love at first sight, but not for me.

I think I was in awe at the sight of you. Looking at you for the very first time and knowing that you would completely alter the course of my life was shocking.

I wanted to memorize your face. That face of a stranger that was somehow so familiar. I would look away and worry that I would forget what you looked like, that I might not recognize you in a crowd. Now the crowd would fade away and all I would see is that face, that beautiful face, your face.

I love you so much, I can not imagine living without this magnificent love. Every time I feel full to capacity with love, the unbelievable happens: my heart grows to make room for more love.

Since you’ve come into my life I am happier, not because you fill a void, but because you have given me a new-found appreciation for my own life, for the simple pleasure of being alive and for that I will always be grateful to you.

I love you more than I ever thought possible.

To: Put Pie (mi vida, mi alma, mi amor)
From: Mami

Put Pie in the Grass

Happy Mother’s Day from San Francisco, CA!
Feliz Dia de las Madres!

I showed you mine, now you show me yours.

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Unknown Mami

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Baby Weight?

by UnknownMami on April 24, 2009

My Mother is coming to visit for Mother’s Day and I should be thrilled, especially since it was my idea and I bought her the ticket, but truly I’m terrified. Why? Because I’m fat. It’s true. For the first time in my life I am officially overweight. I’ve been heavier than I would like to be before, but I was always in the realm of what is considered a healthy weight for my height. Not anymore, according to my BMI, I am overweight. http://www.nhlbisupport.com/bmi/ I know it’s a crude tool that doesn’t take age and muscle into consideration, but it’s not like I’m even on the “light” side of overweight. I’m smack in the middle.

I could say it’s baby weight, but it’s not. After the baby was born, I lost 20lbs within 3 weeks. That weight is no longer lost; it’s found it’s way back. Fine, I can exercise and eat better, but I can’t lose all this weight before Mother’s Day.

I just can’t stand the thought of my mother commenting on my weight. When I was pregnant she said she hoped I didn’t end up “gorda*” afterwards. My mother has had a lifelong preoccupation with weight. I’ve had more conversations with her about her weight than anything else. I hate it. I find it dull and uninspiring. There have been times when we’re having what I consider to be a “real” conversation and she blurts out, ” Me veo gorda?**”

Finally, I told her that I did not want to talk about her weight, that I thought it was boring, that she spends too much time obsessing about it and that it makes her too critical of others. She’s been better about it, but that doesn’t mean that my weight is off limits. When she saw me during pregnancy she said, “Gracias a Dios que el embarazo no te dejo deforme.***” My pregnancy was difficult, the last thing I needed to worry about was my weight gain.

Yes, I want to lose this weight, but I want to lose it for me, not because my mother is coming. I’m feeling so much pressure and I can’t believe that the thought of hearing her call me fat makes me burst into tears. Seriously, I turn into a sobbing child; her sobbing child. Why is my body not off limits?

I do not want to burden my daughter with this legacy. I want her to feel beautiful, healthy and proud of what her body can accomplish. I never want her to feel ashamed and I never want her to feel judged (especially not by me). I don’t want her to dread seeing me because she’s afraid I’ll call her fat.

My body is amazing, it’s strong and durable, it provided a safe home for my gorgeous child, and it brings me joy and pleasure. I guess that’s what I’ll say to my mother when she tells me I’m fat.

*fat
**Do I look fat?
***Thank God the pregnancy hasn’t left you deformed.

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