I read this article the other day about how the first mother’s day is the best one.
I get it. Aside from the fact that my little one will be mobile and probably talking by the next one, it’s not the reason why I think the first Mother’s Day is the best one.
This year is the first one I spend as a mom, hanging out with my mom friends and talking about the best baby carriers, how to travel with a baby and other topics I never thought I’d partake in.
Instead of celebrating my mom on her day, I’ll also be celebrated. Although it makes me sad that I won’t be able to celebrate this day of firsts with her, I’m happy that we now have that special bond only daughters with children can have. After having a baby I can only now understand, cherish and admire her strength, love and dedication to my sisters and I. She is a grandmother (she got upgraded) for the first time, making my heart smile.
Although I’ve only been a mom for a few months, I’ve learned more about myself than I have in years. The fact that I can love and protect another human being and become that “Mama Bear” surprised me. I take a crap ton of pictures of her (and put them on Facebook, something I used to make fun of other people for doing), get a little sad when I need to put away clothes that don’t fit her (goodbye preemie onesie), and start bawling at those cheesy Pampers, Johnson & Johnson, Fisher Price, and every other baby brand making a damn commercial for Mothers Day. It’s lame really, but in a way a reminder that I am a part of the Mom Club.
As I look at my little one everyday, starting to recognize me and smile more often, I think about a phrase my mother would say to me when I would ask her about mothers and children.
As I rock my daughter to sleep tonight, waiting until she’s out cold and then gently putting her in the bassinet for the night, I’ll remember that phrase:
“It’s worth it”
Happy Mother’s Day.