I love being a mom. It has changed me in ways I cannot even being to describe. My life is better. I am filled with this indescribable love that pours out of me. Becoming a mom is the single best thing that has ever happened to me. If I had to relive one day over and over and over again, it would be the day that Sophia made me a mother.
With that testimony in mind, I must admit, there are things that I miss from my pre-mom days. The first is something I took for granted so many times. I truly miss a quiet, peaceful, unaccompanied soak in the tub. Seriously, I rarely get to take baths by myself anymore. As soon as my daughter hears the water turn on, she runs to the door, strips down and says “come a in?” If I say, “no,” she sits by the tub and cries, which usually ends up with me giving in, and letting her take a bath with me. I’ve tried locking the door; that also produces tears, screams and tantrums. Even when she gets her nightly bath, she begs for mama to “come a in.” What can I say? Sophia just enjoys bath time with mommy. One could argue, I could take baths when she falls asleep. This is true, and sometimes I do sneak in a private soak, however, it is a rare occasion for me to stay up past 9:00 or 9:30. I am just one of those people who needs like 8+ hours of sleep. I function best on nine hours! When Sophia goes to sleep, I clean up from dinner, prep lunches and sneak in a few minutes of quality time with my husband, before I hit the pillow and crash. It can be tough to fit in a nice, long soak.
I miss my tub. I miss drinking a glass of wine, listening to music and relaxing in a hot bubble bath with aromatics. I miss it so much that I recently made somewhat of an eccentric purchase for my new home. I will be tempted and almost forced to take a bath every night, because of the sheer beauty of said purchase. I bought a gorgeous, copper claw foot tub. It is being installed later this week, and I cannot wait to lock the door, put on some headphones (to drown out the cries, of course) and soak, privately and peacefully. I get all dreamy-eyed just thinking about it.
The other thing I truly, truly miss is my annual Napa getaway. My husband and I used to go to Napa every year, on the weekend we met, to celebrate finding each other. It was our thing. It’s where he proposed to me, it is where we have our secret picnic spot, it’s a place where we fall in love all over again. We haven’t been on our getaway in over two years. Being pregnant, having a child, nursing said child for a year, and just not having much family in town has really hindered our Napa wine weekend tradition. I see friends post pictures from their romantic Napa weekends and I am filled with envy, and long to spend that quality time with my hubby in Napa again.
When we go to Napa, we always stay at a bed and breakfast. They are just so romantic and quaint. We usually do a Friday-Sunday trip, since the drive from Reno is pretty quick. Friday night, we go to Bouchon (although, one day I will upgrade to the French Laundry, at least one time!) I love Thomas Keller! We spend all day Saturday taking a chartered wine tour. It is our way of letting go, indulging on wine, and not having to be responsible for driving. The tour picks you up at the B&B and drops you back off safely at the B&B. The tour takes you to four or five vineyards and every time we have gone, we’ve been to different vineyards. It is so much fun. I usually end up buying tons of wine, and have even left a few places as a wine member. Napa Saturdays are a fun blur filled with glorious California wine. On Sunday, we visit Trefethen, which is my favorite winery. After Trefethen, we drive to Oakville, and we go to Oakville Grocery Co. It is an old-time adorable little “specialty” grocery store. Calling it a grocery store sounds wrong, because it is a small and quaint shop. They sell wine, cheese, specialty condiments, crackers, breads, and have a fantastic deli. My hubby and I always buy some sliced deli meats, cheese, crackers and mustard. Last time, I bought some blue cheese and herb mustard. It was truly unforgettable. I love that “grocery” store.
After we buy our lunch, we head to our secret picnic spot. We found it on our first trip to Napa and it quickly became part of our Napa routine. We enjoy a glass of wine (from the previous day’s haul), and have a light lunch of sliced meats, cheese, and crackers. This might be my favorite part of the whole trip. This spot is very special to me. After our picnic and enjoying nature, we hop in the car and make the drive back to Reno. I yearn to take this trip again. I miss our predictable, but never-the-same Napa vacations.
When we become mothers, we make sacrifices. We make the decision to bring a beautiful child in to the world, we do soknowing that we’ll give up certain things, even if it is just for a while. I would never in a million years trade the time I have with my daughter to have my private bath tubs soaks and Napa trips again. I know the day will come when I have these luxuries again, without limitation. I will be able to jetset to Napa on the fly and I’ll no longer hear the pitter-patter of little feet when the water turns on, and I will no longer hear a sweet little voice begging to join my bath. That will only mean my little girl is no longer my little baby. She’ll be grown. She’ll be bigger and things will have changed. So for now, I want to enjoy her as much as I can, while I can, but it doesn’t hurt to reminisce on fond memories of Napa and solo baths!