mothers day is really one of my favorite days of the year. it always starts with music and mimosas. then we pile in bed to eat breakfast and i get showered with hugs and kisses and sweet cards. this year i also got a rad unicorn painting.
but today is truly about so much more than that. seven years and nine months ago, i embarked on this crazy journey called motherhood. i remember looking down at the tiny little boy in my arms with ZERO emotion. i didn't really know what to think or how to feel. the first year of his life was spent in a fog trying to figure out who i was and who this kid was that i somehow managed to bring into the world. it was hard. a lot of days are hard and i wonder why i got myself into this. but, there are moments that are sweeter than honey and times that i thank the Lord over and over again for blessing me beyond all measure for this little life i get to shape and mold. and as he grows up, we become better friends and our relationship changes to accommodate a different level of mother/son intimacy. it's pretty remarkable really. as he asserts his independence, i see that he actually depends on me more and more. not in the all encompassing way of infanthood, but for the safety and comfort i can provide him-both physically and emotionally. to me, these are much sweeter times than the ones at the beginning of his life. i realize now that while i'm not a great mother, i AM a good one. and we are exactly perfect for each other.
