I remember my first Mother’s Day so well. We were waiting at the second bus stop to take us to the hospital. My phone rang. “Happy Mother’s Day!” Shouted two of my very favorite people from far far away. It was J and A and I had to choke back the tears. I never imagined that my first Mother’s Day would be spent waiting for buses on the way to the hospital to hold my son. It would be the first time my mom was able to hold him. It was the first Mother’s Day I celebrated with my mom in over eight years. It was a special day indeed, as I had just become a mom three days earlier.
This Mother’s Day I carried Sebastian home from one of his therapy sessions and he fell asleep against my chest. Carrying and holding my sleeping baby never ceases to amaze me. I love feeling him breath against my chest. Sometimes I look down at him and hold on to that moment for I know that time goes fast and there will be a time when he is too big to sleep against my chest or fit into my lap. I treasure each moment with my son.
Happy Mother’s Day to all you mothers, grandmothers and great-grandmothers out there! Thanks hubby for the wonderful evening. I’m so happy to be a mom.