The Tale of “That Day” As Told By Two Mamas

I should have known better than to think I would get passed February 16th without needing to put my thoughts into words. Picture posts coming later this week, but first ALL OF THE FEELINGS…

Every year my mom would bore me with the story of how she went to vote for Mayor Maier the morning of April 2, 1980 and later on that day I appeared on the scene. I never understood the importance of that detail.

Now here I am reliving my own That Day. Thinking about the fear, the hunger, and the fact that we watched the same four hours of Olympic coverage twice. Watching that half-pipe competition twice is forever burned into my skull.

And now I’m the mom of a one year old. (Well, will be as of 5:15 tomorrow morning.) God damn, that thought is amazing. How has it only been a year? On one hand, it feels like 15 years. On the other, two days. This little human is here because of me (OK, and Randy…) and she is fantastic.

I have been crying at weird times all weekend. I can’t figure out why. I couldn’t join in the Happy Birthday song last night. I couldn’t read the message in a card aloud today. My voice keeps catching and I’m stuck. My Malorie is growing up.

I am so proud of her. So in awe of her. She is beautiful. Headstrong. Happy. Loving. My little Eggroll lights up a room just like her grandpa Mark did. She can control a group just like her Grandma Nancy. I haven’t missed my parents this much since this day last year. Man, they would LOVE being grandparents.

So anyway, tonight I will convince Randy we should get Chinese food for dinner so I can once again proclaim “I’m having an eggroll” on the evening of February 15. And I shall spend this day and every day going forward in awe of this little person. I shall bore her with stories. I shall be her mama.

You are my cashew chicken.
You are my egg foo young.
You are my eggroll.
You’re all I make.

Happy birthday Miss Malorie!!! Thank you for making me a mama. You are THE BEST. I love you.