It is the eve of Mother’s Day 2009 and I have been a mom for a little over a year now and I am reflecting on what it means for me to be a mom. Last Mother’s Day I had only been a mom for 11 days so what did I know? Now I understand I am still in the beginning of the story, but my oh my what a difference a year makes. I think about our beautiful little baby boy sleeping in the other room and my eyes well up with tears. I never knew how much I would love him. I am a completely different person now that our son is a part of this world. Not only are there stretch marks and scars to prove that I am mom, but my heart and my outlook of the world is permanently altered. Being a mama is a huge responsibility and sometimes I don’t do it as well as I should. I still am taken back when someone asks about Co’s parents…I look around and think “Yeah, where are those parents?” And then I realize, people are referring to Mo and I. We are his parents…I am his mother. So a year later, I am learning more about how to be a parent, more about me, and how to be the change I want to see in the world for my son and for other children.
I love you my handsome, smart, and incredibly funny baby boy…thank you for making me a mama.