I got the most amazing gift ever this Mother’s Day. My first mother’s day.
Was it the email from Ginny’s natural grandma congratulating me on my first mother’s day and wishing us well?
No. That was wonderful, but that wasn’t it.
Was it Manchester United beating Arsenal to go to the finals of the UEFA Champions cup?
Nope. good game, but that wasn’t it.
Was it the phone call from Mel, Ginny’s birth mother to say “Happy Mother’s Day”?
Nope. That was really nice and we are thrilled that we are still so close to Ginny’s birth parents and we hope to remain so for a very long time. We made sure that Ginny “sent” flowers to her birth mommy too. Daddy paid, but Ginny picked them out. Purple flowers to match her room and a teddy bear holding the vase.
Was it the plane tickets Martin’s mother bought for us so that we could come out and see her in Dallas for Mother’s Day?
No. It was great to spend time with Martin’s siblings and his mom, but no that wasn’t it. Though it indirectly helped with the delivery of my perfect gift.
Because we were in Dallas for the weekend instead of at home we were in a hotel room type setting, with all three of us in one room. Martin and I in a bed and Ginny in a crib that the hotel staff had waiting for us. So when the alarm went off early Sunday morning it not only woke us up, it woke up Ginny. She is not used to hearing an alarm clock. Normally Martin and I are in a different room of the house and Ginny gets to wake up gently, on her own time, at her own speed.
But not on this particular Sunday.
So now the alarms has gone off. We are all “awake.” Martin and I both rolled out of bed, groaning and grumbling and shuffled to the bathroom for the usual activities. On the way I visually checked on Ginny. Yup, she’s awake. Thumb in her mouth, looking sleepy.
When I came back out of the bathroom I went to her crib again and smiled at her (since I was awake now and all) she took her thumb out of her mouth, gave me a huge grin , put her arms up to be picked up and said “MAMA!”
Martin popped his head out of the bathroom door and said “wow!”
I laughed, swooped her up and hugged and kissed my Ginny girl for giving her adoptive mommy such a wonderful gift on Mother’s Day.
she’s been working on her mamamamamamamamamama sounds for a while now and has been saying mama to everything and everyone for about a week, but this was absolutely intentional and directed at me.
Thank you Ginny. You are amazing.
p.s. she also started saying “Elmo” this weekend and she can make “elmo” and “mama” sound different. Not bad for 8 months old. Oh and we started her on “dada” on the way home on the plane.