Mother's Day!

I am sitting on my sofa right now, surfing the internet, and enjoying the happiness that comes with my husband and Goombas doting on me.  But, as Luigi sits and snuggles in next to me, telling me I am the "best Mommy ever," my heart is with someone else. 

So, I am sending out this Mother's Day wish to someone very, very special to me.  Luigi's BirthMom.  I think sometimes, we forget that these amazing women--who tear their hearts out over a decision to give their child to another--are mothers, too. 

BirthMom, when I met you, you were calm and at peace with your decision.  You knew what you wanted for your baby.  You knew that he could have a better life and that you were not ready to give him what he needed.  And yet, I could see the pain in your eyes.  As a mother in the unique position to have both biological and adopted children, I know how those first few minutes, hours, and days are after giving birth.  There is a sea of hormones drowning you.  There is fierce attachment to this tiny little person that has been growing inside your body.  There is love that you never, ever knew could exist.  When I think about how it must have felt, knowing what needed to be done, it makes my heart break into thousands of pieces. 

There were so many OTHER decisions you could have made.  You could have chosen abortion.  You could have chosen to keep him.  You could have chosen to give him to BirthDad.  You could have chosen to give him to your parents, who so desperately wanted him.  But, you chose us.  You chose US!  And every day I thank you for that. 

The day that you placed him in my arms and walked out the door, I cried.  I cried a long, long time.  Not because I was so happy for my long awaited child (which I was!), but because I cannot even fathom the strength it took for you to walk out that door.  Part of me wanted to rush after you and hold you in my arms and tell you it would be ok.  But, that wasn't my job.  My job was to take care of the precious angel that you had given me.  The other part of me was sick with terror that you would change your mind.  That you would come back in at any moment and say "I made a mistake."  But, you didn't.  And I will never know how difficult that was.  But, I can imagine and I can honestly say, I don't think I could have done it. 

BirthMom, we saw you again, when Luigi was 6 weeks old.  We met at our adoption offices.  You looked beautiful.  (He has your eyes, you know!)  I was once again terrified that you would see how awesome he was and want him back.  You held him for a while.  You looked at him with the shining light of a mother's love in your eyes.  And then, when he cried, you gently gave him back and said, "Go to your Mommy."

Dearest BirthMom, happy Mother's Day to you.  I love you more than you will ever know.  And thank you, once again, for your amazing gift. 

love,
Daisy

ps--And to all the Moms, Mamas, Mothers, Mommys, step-moms, moms-in-law, Godmothers, aunts, single moms, adoptive moms, moms who have given babies in adoption, moms with angel babies, dads who need to be mom, pet moms, angel moms and anyone who has ever taken a child into their heart--HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!!!  Cheers!

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Cheers!

~Daisy 

Crafty Daisy

I love to craft.  I'm sure I have mentioned this before, but in case I haven't, I just thought I would throw it on out there.  Crafting makes me happy.  It really doesn't even matter what it is.  As long as I am making something with my hands, that will beautify something somewhere, I am as happy as a clam.  I have done scrapbooking (which I still do!), jewelry making, crocheting, glass painting, wall art, flower arrangements...  You name it, I have probably at least tried it.  Well, everything except sewing.  I mean, I tried once to sew a badge onto Mario's scout uniform, but it really wasn't that pretty, and in the end, the sticky Badge Magic was just an easier choice.  Fast forward to this weekend.  I cleaned out some stuff in our bedroom and I found probably 15 pillows.  Not really new enough or good enough to sleep on anymore, but hey, I'll make some pillow covers and upcycle!  Not gonna fill any dumps with my old pillows.  I will re-purpose and it will be beautiful.  How hard can a few straight seams be, right? 

First, I borrowed a sewing machine from a friend.  Now, I haven't actually used a sewing machine since I was in 8th grade Home Ec., but I figured it out then, I should be able to figure it out now.  Then Peach and I went to the store and looked at some fabric.  She picked a lovely Barbie print so that I could make a pillow for her.  We decided not to buy any fabric for her brothers until they were there to choose for themselves.  Then, I picked a lovely beige canvas-y, burlap-y cotton to make throw pillows for my couches.  I also bought a little handheld seam-stitcher thing. You know, so I could sit on the couch and watch tv while I made my covers.   I was so excited to get started!  Finally!  Something that I can post on Pinterest that I actually made!  And I will brag about how EASY it was, and how it is something that ANYONE can do.  Can you see where this is going?

After Peach was dropped off at preschool, I came in and got to work.  I pulled out the machine, turned it on and looked at it for a while.  No thread.  Ok.  No problem.  I know there is something about a bobbin...  It took a while of me just looking at diagrams on the machine before I finally thought, "oh yeah!  Try the instruction book!"  Stupid book.  That was NO help.  Might as well have been written in alien language.  I mean, what is a presser foot and who needs a throat plate anyway?  But, I was starting to feel a little desperate.  I wanted to avoid asking Bowser for any help.  This is women's territory, right?  But, I knew that if I could just get the damn thing threaded, I would be good to go.  Bowser came out, took a look at it and said, "Just YouTube it."  Ok.  Good idea.  So, I finally find a video where the person seems like she actually knows what is up with a sewing machine.  I watch it, then go back and pause it at the appropriate times so that I can do what she is doing.  I get my bobbin ready, I push in the clutch (seriously, don't these things come in automatics by now?) and--PING!!!!  The presser foot comes flying off and there is only half a needle left on the machine.  Since this was a borrowed machine, I just quietly put everything back together and back into the box.  And don't worry Mrs. T.  I will get you a new needle.  Just don't ask me to put it in for you. 

But, I was not defeated yet!  I still had that handle little seam-stitcher thingy.  By this time, although not defeated, I was starting to lose some confidence.  So, I figured, I'll make Peach's pillow first.  The Barbie fabric is very forgiving with all that pattern on it, and she won't care if there are a few little mistakes.  I'm not even going to go into detail about what happened next.  I'll just say that I practically sewed my head to my elbow and still missed half the stitches around the pillow.  As I told the Zaz this evening, "It is the ugliest damn pillow you have ever seen, and NOT because of the neon patterned fabric."  There are lumps and strange seams and loose threads everywhere.  Why?  Because I couldn't even figure out how to tie off the end of a stitch.

So, basically, my fantastic idea, that should have taken (according to the directions on Pinterest) about 30 minutes, turned into a three-hour affair, with lots of swearing and not much to show for it.  I guess it is a good thing I didn't buy the pattern for the adorable little dress that I thought would be OH SO EASY to make for Peach.  But, I guess we can't all be perfect at everything.  Needless to say, I will NOT be asking for that Singer sewing machine this holiday season.

Don't look too closely.  The craftsmanship might hurt your eyes.

Cheers!
~Daisy