my first mother's day*

my first mother's day

my first mother's day

my first mother's day

my first mother's day

my first mother's day

my first mother's day

my first mother's day

my first mother's day

my first mother's day
mothers day, 2009

I had to post these...because, well...it was a huge milestone for us. My first Mother's Day and I am sure when June comes around, we will celebrate Father's Day with abandon. These have been two holidays that have been quite bittersweet for us for many years and this time around, we walked around in a space of healing and mindfulness. We were thoughtful of all of those that are still on the journey to their children yet to be. We were celebrating our own mothers because since being parents, we truly see the sacrifices and unconditional love on a whole new level. And we were reveling in our new son and the beautiful connections we share as a family. This is why a day at the park seemed to suit the mood we were in.

I know a few of you commented in a previous post that hearing about Cedar isn't that exciting and that you'd like me to move onto thoughts, feelings and yearnings of a Boho Girl sans baby. Of course us as parents were like "how can Cedar not be exciting?"...followed by laughing. ; ) But we are fully aware that we are biased souls that have been on a long journey to their son. We get that to others, it may not be quite as amusing or stimulating. Therefore, I am not judging those comments.

When talking about it with a dear friend, she had said something very wise. "If you are not pleasing everyone, then you are living an authentic life, being true to who you are in the moment, regardless if it is not exciting to someone else." I loved that and it was a sweet chunk of wisdom I wanted to share with you. If we are living our life in a way that feels right and true to us, we are bound to not make everyone happy and thrilled about our choices. This is what makes the world such a diverse, unique place to be part of.

So folks...as much as I am resurfacing from the fog of caring for a newborn, Cedar is a huge, huge portion of my every waking thought during the day. I will learn how to balance all of the other delicious parts of my passions and life but truly, he is now my muse and inspiration. He's five months old. He needs me desperately and because of this, I must live selflessly. So, yes...you may still hear stories of Cedar and for those of you that don't find him exciting, I get it but I don't have to agree. I find my little elfin, forest nymph, beauty of a boy TOTALLY interesting. ; )