On being a mom

I’m always fascinated at our culture’s seeming need to set aside a special day to recognize something or someone.  I really believe in acknowledgment, but I wonder sometimes about the other 364 days of the year. 

Today is Mother’s Day in the US and Canada and while I appreciate the warm wishes from friends and family, I long for the day that people are acknowledged and celebrated, not just for the roles or titles, but simply for who they ARE.  And that won’t require a special day, deep discounted prices, or anything other than a heartfelt “thank you.”

Even though a day has rarely passed that I don’t give thanks for my husband and daughter, I felt like I just wanted to write about it.

To my daughter, Olivia:

From the moment I knew of your presence, I really began to celebrate the gift of being a woman.  As I watched your father’s excitement grow along with my belly, I was sad that he could not experience the miracle of carrying you.  

For 40 weeks, it was you and me.  We shared everything, kiddo.  I knew that my mood, my energy, what I ate affected you.  And you never missed an opportunity to communciate your displeasure, even then.    

It was a time that I learned to believe in magic and miracles again.  You brought a smile to my face when I didn’t think I’d ever smile again.  And you’re still doing it, 17 years later.

I am honored and forever grateful that you chose me to be your mommy.

To my dear, sweet Ken:

I remember sitting next to a woman at work a few weeks before we got married.  She was pregnant with her first child and said to me, “there is nothing in the world like carrying the child of the man you love.”

I remember thinking how hokey that sounded and even for a softie like me, it was too much.  There was nothing remotely attractive or beautiful to me about being pregnant.

But then we found out about  our “boo” 3 1/2 years later.  And one night, you rolled over and kissed my belly and I remember that woman’s words.  And she was right.

Becoming a mother has been the most beautiful gift I’ve ever been given.  Thank you for chosing me to bring your child into the world and for allowing me to mother her in my own way.  I know you haven’t always agreed with my approach, but you never asked me to be anyone else…ever.   I’m honored to be your ”best bud” and your baby mama.

 Love you both.