My mom left yesterday, and, as always, I'm left in a funk after yet another airport goodbye. I know I harp on about it a bit, but I really do wish we lived closer to my family, especially now that we have our own family. Having my mom here was just so nice. My husband works crazy (and unpredictable) hours, and so most of the time it's just Clementine and I. With my mom around, the everyday tasks of parenting a baby were made so much easier. Everything from mealtimes to car trips went smoother with an extra set of hands. And I feel like I finally got caught up on some sleep because my mom let me sleep in until 8/8:30am in the morning (after a quick breastfeed around 5am).
Even when we were just sitting at home, reading or resting while the baby napped, it was great to have my mom around. There's so much comfort to be found in the company of family.
Now that she's gone, I'm doing my best to take it easy and go gently. I've been eating the leftovers from meals she made, using a few more disposable diapers than I normally do and not scheduling too much. Sometime soon we'll be booking our flights to Vancouver for the summer, and then the countdown will be on. I can't wait.