Mother's Day

I have been battling with my inner demons this last week. Dreading to go to work each morning, but also dreading the day when the paycheck stops coming regularly. At night my mind wanders into darker corners; wondering whether this project will be successful or whether I'll have to take a job to make ends meet. It's been a rollercoaster ride as my termination date nears. I have started telling friends, but none of my family yet. I'm not ready to deal with the constant barrage of questions on how I will support the family and pay the mortgage. Family mean well, and their concerns are duly noted, but more than anything I need constant positive energy; not added concerns to a list of my concerns.

On to Mother's Day; AG's mom (Karen) came to visit from Humboldt county. Starting in September last year, she's been making the trek every month or so to visit us for a week and spend time with her grand daughter. Except for her 12 year old dog Coco, there's nothing she loves more than my daughter (A.M.) who will be 20 months on the 15th. Saturday night we had dinner over at Sandy/Carla's house but left at 10pm an hour past AM's bedtime. AG has been insistent that we keep her more on schedule now that getting off schedule has so many residual effects. We've just realized that children don't sleep longer to make up hours if they don't get their sleep. It's counter-intuitive to me. AG and I had high hopes of painting the town red since Karen was here to babysit. We were lame and couldn't get ourselves to muster the energy once we arrived home. Instead, AG caught up on work and I slept on the couch with AM.

Sunday morning - Mother's Day. For the first time, I really felt appreciated for being a mom this year; and I also felt a new appreciation for all moms. This time last year, I hadn't connected with that word quite yet. It took me a year of being a mother for that word to sink into me. All the late nights, holding your daughter, fretting over every breath, toss/turn, bottle, fever, diaper rash - a year of initiation before I now understand the weight and honor of that word. It is such an honor to be a mother.

At 6am, AM woke up and AG took her to the living room allowing me an additional 2 hours to sleep in. Later, Karen took AM out for a walk while AG and I showered and got ready. AG and I took a leisurely stroll on 24th street, stopping to check out Philz coffee; picking up fresh fruit for a Mother's Day fruit salad brunch; and grabbing coffee at a new coffee shop on 24th. 24th street is changing. When we first moved into our flat in 2005, it was still a rough and tumble neighborhood. It's still not the best neighborhood in SF, but new citizens are taking over. We've seen bars and tattoo shops closing while 6 coffee shops and skateboarding stores open. A clear sign of gentrification. I'm not sure what to make of it. I love the Mission neighborhood for several reasons; it's sunniest/warmest area in SF with a good mix of culture. That culture is moving out as demand for SF housing increases. The Mission has become a desirable place for the young and hip crowd to party and to live. As a homeowner and a coffee lover, I am thrilled about the new neighbors, but I'm also worried that too much gentrification will change the neighborhood beyond recognition.

As we strolled home with our goodies, AG's childhood friend, Zach met us. AG, Zach and I began cooking brunch: organic omega-3 rich scrambled eggs; baguette; mango/kiwi/banana/pear fruit salad; rosemary potatotes; campari tomatoes/avacodo salad with organic lemonade mimosos. I drank half of the champagne and passed out on the couch after brunch. I haven't had that luxury in months.

We didn't make it out to the How Weird Street Fair or the Imax viewing of the movie Star Trek as planned. But it was a wonderful Mother's Day and one I'll remember for a long time.