There have been several times in my life when I didn’t think I would ever celebrate Mother’s Day as a mother. It was a roller coaster of emotions and days that made me who I am today.
Today I am a mother to four fantastic little boys. I’ve been given the blessing of raising these little men. Some days it feels like a heavy burden and I question my ability to help them turn out normal! Other days I get so lost in the cute words and adorable faces, that I forget the responsibility and just enjoy the moment.
My first Mother’s Day as a mother, 2005, I cried at church. They gave out plants for all the mothers and I had finally “earned” one. I don’t look down on any non-mother or think she doesn’t deserve recognition, but, for me, it was different. I blinked a lot.
I called Mother’s Day “Woman Recognition Day” for many years. It made it easier.
Today my boys gave me cards. Ricky drew a picture of me. I was a queen. I got teary again.
2010
