Getting ready to have my first baby has reminded me just how much I love her and need her. I text her several times a day to update her on something that's happening with the baby, to ask her questions, or (on my not so selfish days) to see how she's doing. We've developed a silly tradition of texting each Saturday to proclaim a new week of pregnancy (27 weeks! 30 weeks! 35 weeks!). I get so much comfort from our little conversations, knowing that someone is so interested and invested in how my pregnancy is going and how our little babe is developing. I feel so loved, and I feel so connected in our mutual love of the baby.
I've seen a whole new side of her start to come out - the grandma side. She's been knitting blankets, prepping a baby room, and even starting a little library. I know she has lots of ideas about adventures she'll be taking our baby on. It's been a long time wish of my mom's to meet her grandchildren, and I can see so much joy in her knowing that her wish is going to come true.
I'm so grateful that I get to share my motherhood journey with my mom. She has been so kind and supportive and gracious in listening and responding to my concerns, excitements, and wishes. I hope someday I'll be able to pass on this same love to my little babe.
Somehow this is the most recent picture I have of just me and my mom (from last summer). What are we doing when we're on our mom/daughter dates? Obviously spending too much time being present and not enough time taking selfies. Let's work on that mom.