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.
That is soooo sweet! Why do children insist on making their parents cry? Ashley spent hours last night making me a very beautiful and touching Mother’s Day card. She is so creative. Where did my children get that gene?
That is soooo sweet! Why do children insist on making their parents cry? Ashley spent hours last night making me a very beautiful and touching Mother’s Day card. She is so creative. Where did my children get that gene?