Being a mom for first time is great
May 11, 2014 at 8:07 AM
For me, Mother’s Day 2014 won’t compare to any other Mother’s Day in my life.
Not a single one that has come before this year, or any that will follow will ever be as special.
This year, I am celebrating Mother’s Day as a mom for the very first time.
As a child, Mother’s Day meant picking dandelions, pairing them with crayon colored cards, presenting them to my own mom, and hoping with all my might that she treasured them forever.
After all, I worked very hard on my Crayola masterpieces, and finding the perfect weed-flower was next to impossible.
But I wanted her to know how much I loved her, and what she meant to me.
With time and age, Mother’s Day evolved into doing extra chores around the house, and cooking a nice meal for my dear Mom. It was her day. She shouldn’t have to work. That was my mindset, at least.
She had to know how much I loved her, and that I appreciated everything she did for me.
To this day, despite having flown the nest, I still appreciate everything my mom still does for me. She is an amazing woman.
This year, however, Mother’s Day means something completely different to me. This Mother’s Day means Alice.
Alice is my 13-week old baby girl. The love of my life, my sunshine, my perfect piece of Wonderland.
This Mother’s Day, I celebrate the fact that I gave life to the one person whom I love more than words can passionately describe.
Like any mother, I could go on forever about what my daughter means to me. She’s perfect in my eyes. Her little joyous coos, intense facial expressions, and how she smiles in her sleep for no reason at all. It melts my heart, and on this day, I can revel in the glorious fact that she’s mine.
Sometimes, as I hold my sleeping angel, I’m still incredulous that I have a daughter. I’m a mom now. Saying the words aloud still feels foreign to my tongue. I can’t help but wonder if it’ll ever feel real.
Being a mom is scary.
Any one who tells you otherwise is lying, or deluding herself. It’s absolutely terrifying for many reasons.
Raising a child can be emotionally and physically exhausting. At times, I feel so overwhelmed with the task of providing my daughter the best life possible, that I break down and cry. I don’t want to fail her. But despite all the fear and uncertainty, it is the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me.
When I looked into my daughter’s wide blue eyes, I know that all the work that comes with being a mom is completely worth it.
Today, on Mother’s Day 2014, I rejoice in the best thing I’ve ever done with my life.