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mom brunch | paperyrain.com

mom brunch | paperyrain.com

mom brunch | paperyrain.com

mom brunch | paperyrain.com

mom brunch | paperyrain.com

mom brunch | paperyrain.com

mom brunch | paperyrain.com

mom brunch | paperyrain.com

a brunch without mimosas is just a sad, late breakfast.”

I’m about to take y’all to basic town, so buckle up. Yes, I’m a stay-at-home mom; Yes, I went to brunch on a Monday; Yes, I sipped some bubbly; and yes, I went to Target, probably the same day (wish I could tell you for sure, but I can’t remember that far back anymore). Let’s just go ahead and rip the rest of the bandaid off, I love Pumpkin Spice Lattes.

Now that we got that out of the way; this brunch was hosted by a neighbor for moms that either needed to drown their tears of sadness with parfaits or to celebrate their tears of joy over champagne because the kids have officially gone back to school. Although I don’t fall into this category quite yet (I’ll need a cheeseburger, fries, and a good Coldplay song to cry in my car to…just thinking ahead), Maddie and I went to celebrate/support the other mommas and have some girl time.

It’s actually kind of ironic that we went to celebrate their freedom, because I quite literally had Madeline strapped to me the entire time. It’s almost overwhelming to think of a time that this won’t be our normal anymore and at the same time I know that we will find our way, just like we have these last 7 months. It is exciting to think about the days where she will be more independent, but lord my heart patters a little slower when I think of the days that holding her up against my chest won’t fix all her problems.

I feel like the theme of this brunch perfectly summed up back to school feelings and motherhood in general. You can feel Woo-Hoo and Boo-Hoo all at the same time, at any given time. It’s the constant contradiction of wanting them to stay little, but being excited to watch them grow. To miss your life a bit before babies, all while never wanting to think of a time when they weren’t here. So before I start boo-hooing, I’m just going to enjoy the time I have with her, eat my parfait, and have my champagne too. Hakuna Mimosa, right?

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