Cheers!

Bah. Some weeks I feel like super blogger, extra creative, bursting with words, awesome Mom. Then other weeks I feel like there is nothing that I can write that is witty, creative, or cool.

Oh look. It's Wednesday...can I just post a bunch of random pictures of The Child and call it a "Wordless Wednesday" post?

Sigh.

Probably not, I do not wish to anger you, my readers, my Faithful Few. I know you hang on to every single word that I type, like it was the last breath you could take, or the last drop of vodka for your cosmo.... what? Cosmos?! Who drinks those girly drinks anyways...

Ahem.

This past week has been one that I feel like could have written something amazing everyday, as it was a very full week. I discovered things about people that I never knew, learned that there really is something called Hypnobirthing (talk to me in person if you really want to know what I think), and I had two grown women who I've looked up to my whole life, weep on the phone to me, leaning on me for encouragement and love. Talk about a heavy reversal of roles!

My favorite part of the week, I have to say, was participating in a Mother's Blessing. Forget Baby Showers and their ridiculous games (Clothespin game.. the worst!!!). That event has impacted me for the rest of my life. What a treasure and honor to initiate a mother into her journey of labor and birth. To feed her words of wisdom, encouragement, love, joy and tears. (Tears as in the drops the come from you eyes when you are an emotional mess. Not tears as in ripping. That might come later in her journey. I am currently sending her stretchy vibes!) Don't even get me started on the most delicious chocolate cake that we devoured (among other delicacies) after the Blessing was complete. Actually, I would say that the food was a very important part of the Blessing. We fed our spirits, souls... and then our belly's. We were full in every aspect.

Being around such amazing and powerful women caused me to remember and love the important women in my own life. It's amazing how memories can be invoked with food.

Yes.

Food. Or beverage.

For as long as I could remember, one of my Grandma's most favored beverages (at least the one she would drink in the open) was club soda with lemon. I always thought it was gross. Hello. Where is the sugar?!? I'm not sure when my own Mother started partaking in the beverage, whether it was before or after Grandma passed away. But slowly it started to grow on me too. Almost like we were honoring one of our small memories of her every time we opened a can of ice cold, Club Soda. Enjoying it thoroughly with lemon and ice, on a very hot, summers day.

So here's to Grandma... I miss her more than I allow myself to think about.

And also to my Mother, whom I also miss more than I allow myself to think about.

Good thing she's only in Hawaii, and shortly we will be together again, enjoying on of these on a very hot, summers day.