Almost six years ago to the day, I was awaiting a little bundle to arrive. My due date was Mother’s Day, so sweet. My little bundle had other ideas though and decided to wait OVER A WEEK LONGER to make her arrival. Sounds about right, now that I know this little bundle as a little human.
But that Mother’s Day, though fairly uncomfortable, was one of the sweetest. My mama was able to be here to help me wait, and that was special since we don’t live in the same town, state or even region. We were able to prepare for the coming babe and get her room all ready, and spend our last quiet days just hanging out. Haha. Little did I know then that my ears would never rest again.
The day Sienna was born was mostly a blur of well…many of you know…but I remember one of my moments of clarity during that day (the other being when Pinky missed the exit to the hospital…you know you’ll never live that down, babe). I was pretty far along in labor and was pacing in my room, and for a split second during a brief moment of relief, I looked outside the window into a lovely little garden of roses. Despite all the blur and joy and — let’s face it — animalistic instincts I had zero idea were in me until that day, that little glimpse of beauty is a memory I always treasure. It’s the last quiet moment before little gal was in our lives, and I just have this sense of calm when I think back to it. Because of what was going on that day, it almost feels like it was a dream. I can’t fully explain the nostalgia or weight that it holds, but maybe you have a moment like that, and maybe you know.
Sometimes I sit down to write these articles, and I know exactly what I want to talk about because it’s an outfit formula or it’s a discussion on color, pattern…things I know. I can crank out talk all day long about graphic tees and how you should wear animal prints and what my latest favorite cool jacket is, but when it comes to talking about Mother’s Day and being a mom and saying thank you to our moms, well, it’s a little more out of this air sign’s comfort zone, to be honest. I hate talking about how I feel, y’all. Haha. Truth’s coming out right here. But showing it through gifts and time spent and food made? Yes. I can do that. That’s my love language.
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I hope my mom and stepmom don’t read this early, but I just ordered two beautiful bouquets to send to them in Arkansas. While it’s not the same as being there, it more readily conveys how I feel about them than trying to get me to say it out loud. #truth Ha.
Urban Stems has some gorgeous bouquets that aren’t cheesy the way a typical online flower ordering service can sometimes lean. The flower selections…THE COLORS (see this is the stuff I can go on and on about) are lovely. They’re delivered right to your door in a gorgeous pale pink box ready to enjoy, and they’re available nationwide. The bouquets I received were spot-on, color-wise compared with the online photos. These are things I live for. Gwen has used Urban Stems multiple times and raves about them.
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I wish each of you mamas a really special time with your families this coming weekend. If this time is hard for you due to loss of family members or other reasons, I want to extend an extra big virtual hug (and pretend there’s a casserole to go along with it) to you. Some holidays are hard for people, and I want to acknowledge that and say I am thinking of you, friends.
Enjoy your flowers, your breakfast in bed, your brunch out, your day off, your day working hard to take care of your family, your hopefully quiet moment at some point…we show up, we love, we get it done, mamas. Here’s to all of us.
A big thank you to Urban Stems for sponsoring this post and for sending beautiful flowers out to moms everywhere this week. Thanks for creating gorgeous bouquets that we really do want to share as gifts. As usual, all thoughts, opinions and musings on my own lack of talking about emotional stuff are my own. Thank you readers for your continued support of what we do here at TME. It doesn’t go unnoticed.
Pictures by the lovely Posy Quarterman.