A mother's very first Mother's Day is special, or at least I feel that way. Growing up my brothers and I had a little tradition of making our mother breakfast in bed (my dad actually made the food and coffee I am sure, but we still claimed all of the glory). Now that I am a mother myself I get to join in on the fun. Granted my son is only 9-months old and definitely will not understand the significance of Mother's Day, but I don't need his appreciation just yet. All I need is him.
I need my son with me on Mother's Day to remind me of how lucky I am to be a mother to such a wonderful baby. It constantly amazes me how easy going and accepting he is of new situations, new place, new people, etc. He is always thinking and observing, but he rarely gets upset, and when he does he is easily soothed. Yet, recently Jamesie has been going through a period of separation anxiety, which is completely appropriate for a child his age. Just as I need him, he also needs his Mama.
Jamesie, my mother and I took a short trip to the park near our house this past Thursday, and Jamesie had a blast on the swing. Motherhood is made of these blissful and joyous little moments.
I see Jamesie's attachment to me as a good thing. It means I am doing my job, and providing him with the security and comfort that only a mother can give. I am his strong and confident encouragement, but I am also his tender and sensitive reassurance. All babies and children need their Mothers. For the first several years of a child's life, their Mother is the most important person in their world.
Me and my mother in 2010 at the house where I grew up.
I consider it a compliment when people compare me to my mother. Even now I look to my mom for comfort, support and guidance. Especially when I found out that I was pregnant - it was really my mom that kept me afloat. She was the one I called every day to talk about how I was feeling physically and emotionally. I still turn to her when I am looking for guidance. Becoming a mother myself has made me realize how much I do rely on my own Mom; I really don't know what I would do without her. One of the greatest things about having a baby is seeing how my mother interacts with her grandson. Seeing your parents connect with your child is one of the most magical things in life. Grandparents are a special gift, and so are mothers.
This photo was taken in the hospital the day Jamesie was born, and I became a mother.
This past year has been the most transformative time of my life. I have truly left behind the immature college student, and blossomed into a responsible parent. I've always been strong, but now I am even stronger (for I have conquered childbirth); I was never very sensitive, but my son has taught me how to feel deeper than I ever thought possible. I know a love that is a sustaining force... unselfish and enduring - a Mother's love.
Happy Mother’s Day to all you mama’s out there!