I’ll never forget my first Mother’s Day.
It was 2013 and I was newly pregnant with my son, Sam. No one but my husband and I and a few family members knew. We were sitting in church and our priest asked all the mothers to stand and be blessed. I was torn about whether or not to stand because technically I didn’t yet have a child born to call me mom, but I was a mother no less. I had life growing inside me.
I ended up staying seated; I didn’t want to spill the secret yet.
Later, our priest commented that he had hoped he would see me standing. A few weeks later, when we finally told him, he gave me that Mother’s Day blessing I had missed out on that day along with a “I knew it!”
My first true Mother’s Day was 2014 when Sam was almost 5 months old. My husband bought me a coffeemaker and a Bat Girl coffee mug — to perk me up because I was more tired than I’d ever been in my life.
Being a parent will do that to you.
I’m celebrating my sixth Mother’s Day this year, and I can firmly say each one gets better and better. And it’s not about the gifts — though I have received some pretty great ones (the clay pot with Sam’s footprints was a big one for me).
No, it’s about the love I feel from my little family.
Being a mom can be tough. You’re needed 24 hours a day, seven days a week. We’ve gone through a lot bringing our children into this world, and every day we continue to give and give. Very rarely do we take the time to meet our own needs; to give ourselves some downtime to do whatever we want.
So it’s really nice to just have one day be all about us. A day to wake up last, be served breakfast, change zero diapers and just generally be pampered.
Last year I think Sam told me “Happy Mother’s Day, Mommy!” at least 50 times. It never got old. I’m sure this year will be the same and I honestly cannot wait.
So whether this is your first Mother’s Day or your 50th, I hope you have an amazing day and feel immensely loved by everyone around you.
You deserve it.