This year was my first Mother's Day as a mom. My darling hubby presented me with a dozen red roses and breakfast when I woke up. Now that's something I could get used to! When Ruslana climbed out of bed I could tell that Mark was trying to get her to wish me a happy Mother's Day. Let's just say my blissful morning didn't pan out how I had imagined. Was I greeted with a grand Mother's Day wish or a big hug? Nope. She literally refused to wish me a happy Mother's Day. Then she ran away and hid. Finally, she ran up to me, said "happy Mother's Day" as fast as she possibly could, and ran away from me. Not quite the heartfelt message I was hoping to hear.
As the day progressed, however, it got better. We spent lunch at my mom's house and I discovered that the night before she had worked on some goodies for me with grandma. She had colored a mug and filled it with chocolate, wrote in a Toy Story (currently one of her favorite movies) card, and got a balloon for me. Unlike earlier in the day, she seemed excited to present me with her gifts and wish me a happy Mother's Day. Here we are with the goods:
Later on in the evening she presented me with a few additional things she had made, including a paper airplane with her photo (yes, that's an original from the orphanage...) and a paper she made at school. The teacher let her type on a translator for her message so it's written in Ukrainian and English. I'm still trying to figure out what it means...
In addition to celebrating the day with Ruslana, baby boy helped me feel special by giving me some extra kicks. He's growing like crazy and I can hardly believe we are going to meet him soon. Here he is cookin' at 30 weeks:
Here's to the worlds most important, and challenging job--motherhood!