This year, for the first time in my life, I woke up on Mother’s Day as somebody’s mother. That little somebody, cuddled up next to me in the dawn enjoying his morning milks, wasn’t quite at the stage where he’s writing cards in shaky handwriting and piecing together pasta jewellery, but for the first time, Mother’s Day was my day as well. It’s hard to put into words how I feel about that. It’s just one more thing, one more exciting change in the multifaceted adjustment my life has been undergoing these past few months since we brought our little boy home. Some days I relish every moment. Some days it’s a challenge from sunrise to sunset (and midnight until dawn). Some days I just can’t wrap my head around it. Still, there I was on my first Mother’s Day.
So, how did I spent my first Mother’s Day?
Well, it was perfectly lovely and we did very little. A little card in the morning, playing with the baby, and then heading out to one of our favourite spots for a nice, and surprisingly warm, walk in the autumn sunshine. Then, a stop in a cafe, a delicious coffee, a free cupcake (yay) and some other treats before we made our way home again. Simple, but an entirely respectable start to what I’m sure will be many years of rushed morning card writing and poorly cooked breakfasts delivered in bed! This year is one I’ll always remember, my first Mother’s Day, but next year is looking even more exciting already.
Here’s a little bit of the thoughts I shared on Instagram on the day:
“From the pains of pregnancy and labour, to the exhilaration of meeting Oscar for the first time. From the challenges of breastfeeding to the wonderful bond it brings. From the sleepless nights to the delightful dawn cuddles. From the struggles of baby crying to the joy of first smiles and laughs. From being just a pair to becoming a fantastic parenting partnership. What can I say? It’s hard work, but so worth it.”
I believe every word. Life has been an amazing journey for me so far, but I can say with total certainty the most amazing adventure I have had, and I think I will ever have, is being somebody’s mum.
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