It's Mother's Day weekend and I am enjoying a Flat White and a pedicure with my gal pals. We started our day with a boozy brunch which led us to Starbucks to a sweet barista who couldn't make our drinks. The latest #OPI color I wanted to try caught my eye and my friends weren't having it. According to them, its a variation of a color that I always get. If its not broken, dont fix it right?! That's how I feel, but after some swaying, I went with the color they chose, #IndiaMoodForLove. I must admit, I do really like it though.
During my drive back to NOVA that afternoon, a few things occurred to me. I love OPI polish names and I need to step out of my comfort zone. Muffaletta is a Sicilian round bread or a popular N.O. sandwich. Unbeknownst to me, #ShesABadMuffaletta is from the same OPI collection as #GotMyselfInaJambalaya I wore 3 weeks ago. #OPINewOrleans Spring Collection. In previous posts I shared my #OPIObsession, particularly the #OPIWashingtonDC Fall collection. Something about the names make me smile and feel like I'm a bit of a wild child. Normal Norma, that is me. So plain. Plain like bread.
No more.
In honor of #MeTimeMay I decided in that moment that I was going to try new things more often. I went to my nail shop that afternoon and instead of getting "She's a Bad Muffaletta' manicure, I got a French Mani....with OPI gel lacquer....don't judge me. I have a new color on my toes. Baby steps. Lol
In two weeks I will try a new color on my hands.
After all who wants to live a boring life. I want to be 95 years old, leaving the nail salon with OPI #NeverADullesMoment on my toes ready to take the day by storm and knowing I lived my life with intention. New colors. New styles. New Norma Ciera.
The next thought was that I had an amazing baby free evening/day and I did not feel guilty. I absolutely love my child, but all I wanted for Mother's Day was to relax, have conversations with adults, and not have baby drool in my eye. I did just that.
The following thought was how much I missed my baby. <crazy right, not really> I talked to him on the phone and the Marco Polo App, but it's not the same. As soon as I got home I scooped him up and kissed him 1 million times as he laughed and cooed. He missed me too!!
I sat on the couch sipping coffee from my now handle-less mug as Brayden pulled down the curtain in front of the balcony door. I kid you not, he is into everything, including breaking coffee mugs. But as I waited for him to scream, not because he was hurt, but because he does a loud shriek followed by laughter when he does something he's not supposed to, I had a moment.
In that moment, I saw My son. I stared at him in awe. I carried him. I cared for him. I loved him before he was completely formed. I gave birth to this little human. He is growing so quickly, and saying real words. His little personality is adorable. He looks nothing like me, but he's mine lol
I am his mama.
Some days, I don't know if I'm coming or going. Some days I'm so tired I can't stand it.
Then are days like that one that make me feel so full I could burst. I am extremely blessed to have been chosen to raise this life. God chose me for him, and him for me. How amazing is that??!!
I hope all the mothers, God mothers, grandmothers, and mother figures enjoyed the day dedicated to them.
On my first Mother's Day, I sat with my sweet boy and kissed his face, played ball, and snuggled. I was treated to brunch, received roses, cards, and new mugs for my coffee station; but having my baby say ma-ma, kiss me and hug me was the greatest gift of all. Day made.
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