Mummy Dearest

I've never been as grateful to my Mum as when I had a baby. That changed when I had my second. She was amazing. She arrived late on the 30th of October, just in time to attend our ward's Trunk or Treat on the 31st (and sport a Brobee hat to fit into our Yo Gabba Gabba theme) and for me to have Mason in the wee hours on the 1st of November. She and Brandon traded off sleeping at the hospital to help with Mason and staying at home to help with Teagan. He couldn't say it, but Mason sure loved the snuggles and Teagan had the time of her life and even started potty training while GG was here.

Life is funny in that we have no appreciation for or concept of what and how much our parents do, give and sacrifice for us as children while we're children. It isn't until we are grown, and for some, like me, until we have children of our own that we begin to see how much their lives changed when we arrived. It seems that there isn't a sufficient way to say thank you for years of sleepless nights, decades of worry, financial investments in food, clothing, shelter, education, entertainment and so much more. I'm only three years into this parenthood thing and I already find myself overwhelmed at how much I owe my parents. And just when I'm beginning to gain an understanding of how much she's done for me, my Mum takes time off work (3 jobs, no less), to come and spend more sleepless nights tending to the next generation. I was so grateful to her for cooking, cleaning, playing, snuggling, changing, training, waking, washing, reading and so much more. It was an incredible sacrifice for her to come and help us and I will be forever grateful to her for teaching me how to be a Mum. It's a drop in the bucket, Mum, but THANK YOU!