Last Sunday was my first official Mother’s Day! Why am I writing about it now instead of last week? Well, frankly it is the end of the school year, and anyone who is a teacher can tell you that life is INSANE the last few weeks of school. With the kids mentally checking out, the teachers emotionally checking out, it makes for a wicked and exhausting combo. So finally, after another long week I find that I have a brief moment to reflect on my first official Mother’s Day. And what a Mother’s Day it was.
It was absolutely glorious! I have wanted to be a mom for so long, and the day certainly met my expectations. During the time when it was hard to get pregnant, I always DREADED Mother’s Day like the plague. It was really hard to celebrate a day that I so desperately wanted to be a part of. Even though I knew I needed to put my selfish feeling aside and appreciate all the mothers in my life, it was just too painful to do so.
But this year, I was able to emotionally indulge. My husband – who, if you can’t tell from my blogs, is the most amazing husband in the world – had reserved the whole day for me to do whatever I wanted. He had a beautiful blue orchid on the table along with chocolate covered strawberries. We met my Mom (who really is the best mom on the planet) and Step-Dad for lunch, and then later devoured a few pieces of pie. I really wanted to do a craft for Mother’s day, so we went and picked out a few bird houses to paint and decorate. It was absolutely wonderful.
My wonderful son was decked out in one of his cutest Spring time outfits, and wanted me to hold him all day. I was in heaven.
For most people, Mother’s Day is just another commercial, cookie-cutter holiday aimed at society to make more money for cards and candy, but for someone who suffered years of infertility, it was more than that to me. Mother’s day was a symbol of the dream that I worked so hard to achieve. It was a day to celebrate the arrival of that next phase of my life, the one that I was holding my breath, just waiting for it to start. It was the day that I got to hold my son, smell his skin and kiss his cheeks, and Thank God for the gift He has bestowed upon me.
Yes, we did contribute to the cards and candy, and we partook in the Mother’s day hoopla, but to me it was a day I will always remember. It was the day that I could finally say, “Yes, I am now a mom and I love every moment of it!”
Thank you, to all the mothers in my life who have bestowed their wisdom upon me. Without you, I would not be the mom-in-training that I am now! I am thankful for all of the love and support that you all have given me during my fertility journey!
I love you all!