Mothering Sunday

Today is Mother's Day, according to the Anglican Church (of course they're English, so it's Mothering Sunday). We were informed at mass this morning. Ryan shot me a look that said, "you let me forget Mother's Day?!?" Good thing we're not English.

The church did a really sweet thing... they had all the kids make tissue paper flowers, and the priest said that all woman, no matter if they've had children, are maternal. So, the flowers were given to all the ladies in church - including me. When I was handed fake flowers on fake Mother's Day, I got a little teary. I wish I had a good explanation. I think I'm just your average crazy person.

After church, I got asked by my French neighbor if I wouldn't mind watching her baby for a little while. I was going to have a baby to go along with my Mothering Sunday - perfect! Leonie (Lay-oh-knee) wasn't too sure at first. In fact, when her real mom left, she cried for a good 10 minutes. But sooner or later, her Mothering Sunday mom won her over (see - crazy).














My first Mother's Day was pretty great... the weather was gorgeous, the apartment was sunny and warm, Ryan didn't have to work (which is a huge thing these days), and the baby fell asleep in my arms. It sort of makes me want one. But then I remembered we're in Europe... cheap wine, amazing vacations, and tiny apartments. No babies.

Here's a picture of Ryan mothering. But in all fairness, I didn't exactly let the baby go long enough for him to do much. Besides, he's probably waiting for Fathering Sunday. He'll do great.