I was seriously so excited for my first Mother’s Day. Like, more excited than Christmas kind of excited. I’ve been looking forward to it for weeks!
Why? I don’t really know. I mean, it was a great day! But, it wasn’t the day itself that I was looking forward to. I think it was the idea that made me so excited. It’s another thing that makes it really official: I’m a mom.
I know that celebrating Mother’s Day doesn’t make me any more of a mom than I was the day before. But, it’s the whole experience. The process of becoming “more a mom” every day.
I know they say it comes naturally. And, in so many ways, it does. But, I’m still learning (and, I have a feeling I’ll spend the rest of my life learning) what it really means to be a mom. With each milestone we hit, whether it be something Norah does for the first time, or taking her to see the Easter bunny, or my first Mother’s Day, I feel like I’m slipping more and more into my new role.
And I really do mean “slipping” because some days it feels like I’m just making it up, just slipping and sliding along, trying to balance being a mom, wife, and full-time worker.
But, on my First Mother’s Day, I decided to only be one thing: a mom. I didn’t do one dish. I didn’t think about work. I didn’t clean or shop or worry about the house. My hubby took care of all of that (he’s pretty awesome like that).
I spent time with my baby girl.
AND I pampered myself. I took a long nap and TWO extra long showers. It was glorious. On top of all that, my hubby surprised me with a beautiful Mother’s Day present!
It might seem a little tacky, but I don’t really care. It’s exactly what I wanted. I want everyone to know I’m a mom. I want everyone to ask me about my baby so I can show her off.
So, to all you mamas out there, whether it’s your first or your fiftieth Mother’s Day, I hope it was as wonderful as mine! Here’s to us!