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First Mother's Day
I never thought that my experience farming
had prepared me for anything more than just more years of farming, but it actually helped prepare me for motherhood.
Each season we create a plan for the farm,
we have an idea of what we want to go where and how much we hope to harvest; but the season can be unpredictable -
no matter how hard we try, we can’t control the weather -
and we have to learn to keep our chins up, accept the challenges and adapt our plans; so far motherhood shares many similarities.
The birth of our son, August, was anything
but what we had pictured. From that moment on, he has taught us to let go of our expectations and replace them with reality - as different as it may be from what we had prepared for - it's still beautiful. If we spend too much time thinking about how things
were supposed to go, rather than how things are
going, we’re going to miss out on this short moment in time.
The early days are so precious. The days
when he still fits on Matts forearm, where he curls up and falls asleep on my chest, when every little expression or movement is adorable and photo worthy because
I swear he’s never done it like that before,
where he smells so good, so...new.
Days are turning into weeks and flying by,
he’s growing in front of my eyes, even if I don’t realize it until someone else points it out to me. I can’t even blame sleepless nights, because lately August has been sleeping like a champ.
I’ve started to write down the little moments
at some point each week; how I laughed so hard I cried the first time he peed on me,
his first real smile, how calm he was when taking an outdoor bath with his Papa; I want to remember it all.
This Mother’s Day will be the first time
that I’m not just celebrating, but I am also being celebrated; I get to join the ranks of mothers, step-mothers, grandmothers and mother figures.
I'm especially proud to join the group of farming mamas, these hard-working women with dirt manicures and sun kissed shoulders, working early mornings and late nights for their little ones, on and off the field.
For my first Mother’s Day, I don’t want presents
or a fancy brunch - though I'm not one to turn down a glass of bubbly
- all I want is to savor these moments when he’s still small enough to be worn without feeling too heavy, to try and make him smile and to listen to his baby coos.