Mother’s Day

I have been looking forward to Mother’s Day for quite some time now. Last year, almost 8 months pregnant, I tried to include myself with the mothers. John kept telling me that it wasn’t my year yet. He did it in a joking manner…I’m sure he was terrified of sending his pregnant wife on a hormonal sob fest. But he was right. It wasn’t my year. Only this year was I able to fully appreciate all that is Mother’s Day. The delicious breakfast, the wonderful gifts, John refusing to let me lift a finger all day long. All of these things were wonderful and much deserved, if you ask me. However, the greatest gift of all was being able to include myself in one of the most amazing and admirable group of people I know: the women in my life who are mothers.

I truly feel that every day is Mother’s Day. Every single moment, I am allowed the opportunity to watch this beautiful child grow and develop. Watching his chest rhythmically rise and fall as he peacefully slumbers; laughing with him as raindrops fall on his head and hit his eyelashes; seeing the amazement in his eyes as he figures out a new toy. These privileges are the compensation of Motherhood. No money in the world could procure such beauty.