Megan Stremmick and Charlie
My First Mother’s Day
Post by Megan Stremmick
When you’re a mom, newbie or veteran, and the opportunity to have an adult weekend away presents it self and all of the logistics work out in your favor it’s hard to turn down. About a month or so ago that’s exactly what happened…
Opportunity:
*Napa–
My mom is available to watch the baby
Sharing a cottage on a vineyard with friends (shared cost fits our budget)
Friends are driving so we don’t have to pay for airfare
My husband and I can indulge in food and wine and more food and more wine
I check the calendar for the weekend that we are invited to go and while I see the bold words Mother’s Day written in the box on that Sunday of May 9th it does not even occur to me that this will be my first Mother’s Day and if we go I will not be spending it with my 11 month old, Charlie. I just keep asking my mom if she’s sure that it will be okay with her and assuring her we will be home in time to celebrate at dinner, after all she is the most important mom since she is the oldest (don’t tell her I said that or she’ll kill me).
So when the time came we set the GPS for Napa and off we went. We had a blast with our friends—two of which used to live in that area so it was like having a private tour since the rest of us had never been. We stopped at Joseph Phellps, Frog’s Leap, Keenan, (a couple of others that I admittedly don’t remember the names of) and we stayed at the Anderson Con Valley winery. We were nestled amongst the vineyards with our own bocce ball court, wood burning pizza oven, yard of wild flowers, and of course plenty of wine. My husband and I woke up Saturday morning and went for an hour long jog on windy roads with nothing but grapevines surrounding us on all sides and the weather was picture perfect.
Sunday morning crept up sooner than we were all hoping it would and it was time to go home. As we were making coffee and packing our things my husband handed me a card, I opened it and it read Happy Mother’s Day on the front. I started to tear up and it hit me then that this was my first Mother’s Day and I wasn’t with my little Charlie. I had been missing him all weekend since this was the longest we had been away from him but at that moment I missed him even more. Next thing everyone noticed was me heaving all the bags into the car, tossing all of their coffees into the sink and honking the horn to hurry them up so we could start our journey home. They were all surprisingly understanding considering none of them have any children.
The seven hours it took to get home seemed like an eternity but we passed the time with childish games and conversation that left everyone knowing a bit too much about each other. We arrived home, said our goodbyes to our fellow winos and got our selves ready to go to my parent’s house for dinner. We arrive at my folks place and race up the walkway, fly through the door and spot Charlie in the family room sitting with a couple of his cousins watching a nature show on TV.
“Charlie, momma and dada are home”! He turns his head to see us, gives a big smile and turns right back around to keep watching his show.
“Charlie, we missed you so much”! I say as I pick him up and hug him tight. He keeps smiling but now he’s bobbing and weaving his head to keep his eyes on the lions and tigers and bears on the TV. While I admit it took the wind out of my sails just a tad that he did not squeal in delight and come running toward me with open arms (even though he’s not even walking yet) it felt so good just to hold him. This is what home feels like, I thought to myself, no matter where we live, home is with my husband and my son.
The evening celebration of Mother’s Day gave me a chance to take it all in. We all had a gift for our mom and she gave each of us moms tank tops with a picture of a wine glass on it that read “Mommy’s Sippy Cup”, perfect, just perfect. At dinner we gave a toast to ourselves as moms and to all of the moms out there doing it on their own—may they receive the strength, energy, and love they need everyday to be the best moms they can…and a weekend getaway to Napa doesn’t hurt either.
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