While my first real mothers day will not be spent with my precious daughter (I have to work, booo!), tonight I am sitting here reflecting on the fact that I am a mom.
Like, a real mom, as in, the person that O depends on for every single thing in her life, the person who had 9 wonderful months with her in my tummy, the person who was the first to kiss her just seconds after she was born. The person who has yet to spend a single night away from her, who never forgets to tell her goodnight even if its just a quiet whisper from the doorway and a pat on the back when I get home from work. The person who dreams every day of the person she will become, and thanks God every night for the person she has made me.
Yes people, I am getting emotional here, bear with me.
A mom is a big deal, like, a really super duper big deal. All of the moms in my life are like, my heros. (No, I am not some genetic experiment with multiple moms, I mean the people I know who are have birthed children). My Great Grandmother who will be 101 tomorrow, who has lived through more in her lifetime than I could probably ever dream of, who has out lived all of her children. My Grandmother who blessed our family with 6 children that I lovingly call my aunts and uncles (and mom of course), who has been the rock in our gigantic family (that extends way farther than blood) and has more grandkids and great grandkids than we probably can count. My own mother, who is my biggest encouragement, who loves and supports me and makes me feel like I am doing everything perfect when I feel like all I am doing is failing. My sister, who has been a mom now for almost 2 months, that has the patience and determination of a saint. My loving mother-in-law who brought up the most loving man I know. All of my aunts, cousins, friends, co-workers….there are SO many moms who have touched my life, and in my mere 10 months of being one I feel like a spec of sand in the huge world of greatness that they all are. Knowing the moms I know makes me feel so honored to now be one myself, I am just so blessed to have them all as role models :)
Despite O being under the weather, Daddy still managed make my early mothers day celebration sweet
Extra butter (REAL butter, no fake stuff), tons of syrup, peanut butter, and a diet dr. pepper. Yummm!
We all spent some time together before Daddy had to leave for work, giggling and playing, singing songs and reading books. My hubby made me a really sweet photo album with all of the pictures in order of how I became a mom, so sweet!
I spent the afternoon just in complete awe, that I gave life to this sweet little girl, and in turn she gave me new life. I am forever grateful to her. When she looks at me with her expressive bright, huge blue eyes, my heart seriously just melts. Since I was on the emotional side today, I was happy that she was so snuggly with me (which was only because she wasnt feeling good, any other day and forget about so much as one little smooch!). I told her over and over how much I love her and how happy I am to be her mommy. I prayed today and thanked God for choosing such a special little girl for me.
And while this may not be the most flattering picture, it is who I am today, right now, in this moment. A mom. The lack of makeup just means my time today was spent comforting my little girl, the pulled back hair a lesson I learned loooong ago (ouch!) with a little one around, the zit….well, lets just say stress and maybe just a little too much chocolate.
The day I became a mother (O’s birthday slideshow)
