If you were a reader of my blog last year, you probably remember how I feel about Mother’s Day. It’s always been a difficult day, because to me, being a mother is raising a child, not giving birth to one. It’s as if I was half a mother – genetically, I was, but in practice, I wasn’t.
But this year Mother’s Day has a whole new meaning for me – because this year, I am a whole mother. I have a whole new knowledge all the other emotions that come along with being a mother in practice – the joy, the worry, the frustration. I have a whole new realization of all the work that accompanies motherhood – dealing with the screaming (like now), the sleeplessness, the monotony. I have a whole new gratitude for my own mother, for Steve’s mother, and for all the other mothers I know.
And I have a whole new purpose to add to my life and a sense of pride in the fact that I, like millions of other women, am a mother. A provider, a caregiver, and the first woman this little boy will ever love.
There is an instinct in a woman to love most her own child – and an instinct to make any child who needs her love, her own. ~Robert Brault
Wishing you a very happy first mother's day.
I am celebrating my 18th and it is still such a special day.
And you have all those wonderful hand made presents still to come
I love the quote by Robert Brault that was a really cool one. Happy Mothers Day to you sweet Holly!!! God bless you as you come to love that baby more than you ever thought it possible to love anyone! — Aunt Carol