Ezra turned 3 months old last week. Three months already?! So far, we know he’s an easy-going outdoorsman who enjoys a good book every once in a while. He loves bright lights, to be out and about, and kisses from his mama. He smiles easily but is definitely more reserved with his giggles. He’s got a discerning sense of humor. Understandable. Not everything OR everyone is funny. And, he’s got quite a fan club between all his family members and my Home Made customers. Of which his adoring mama is president.
Caring for a 3 month old while also running a shop 6 days a week and teaching classes (when said baby still awakes during the night and eats every 2 hours) hasn’t exactly been a cake walk. Is motherhood ever? I knew it would be hard. But, Ezra’s smiles and snuggles can make me forget all those difficulties pretty quickly. And, *almost* make me forget that whole two-day-induction-before-cesarean-delivery experience. Almost. . .
I feel very fortunate to have a set-up where I can have my little sweetheart with me all day –even though it means a whole LOT of juggling. I’m grateful for very patient and understanding customers AND a crew of fabulous helpers that make it possible. One of which has been my own mama. I’m the self-appointed president of her fan club, too.
One of my mom’s favorite sayings is “It takes a village. . .” She usually doesn’t finish the sentence. She simply states this phrase matter-of-factly and offers no further explanation. And, I usually roll my eyes and wonder if we should join hands and sing Kumbaya. Even though I secretly appreciated and lived by her philosophy and example most of my life. Instead of using words to explain what she means, my mother uses her actions. She gifts her old computer to a coworker in need, she doubles her batch of cookies or lasagna and brings it to whoever she knows having a rough week, she’ll just show up and shovel her neighbor’s driveway. And, then come help me shovel my parking lot. And, then go shovel her parents’ driveway. My mom always finds a way to take care of her people with big and small gestures. Her village.
Well, having a baby is one of those life moments that brings out the village. My village. And, because my mom is the type of person she is, she’s got her own village that, because her people are the type of people they are, embrace me and treat me as their people because I’m one of her people. Follow me? We’ve received so much kindness that it really does make me all gushy and sentimental. With and without the fluctuating hormones. Meals and diapers, baby clothes, baby gadgets, and books have been sent our way. Some of my customers even bring baby gifts when they come to shop! One of my customers was even my nurse during and after delivery which turned out to be super reassuring. I’ve even got my village in the delivery room! Now that’s small town living for ya. Ha.
While I was pregnant with Ezra, our families threw us an amazing baby shower. You know you got hooked up with baby loot when your baby is 3 months and you’ve only had to buy one bag of diapers! One of the activities at the shower was to decorate a quilt block which my mom would later sew into a quilt. People drew pictures and wrote loving messages. Now that it’s all stitched up and in Ezra’s room, the quilt serves as a beautiful reminder of who were the founding members of Ezra’s village. He gets all gushy and sentimental thinking about it, too. Very complex emotions which he’s trying to explain in that second photo. ;)
All this is really a long way of saying 3 things:
Mom, you were right.
And, what would we ever do without our people?!