Mother's Day. It's odd to think of myself as a mother sometimes. I'm in this new realm I've never been in before. I think about all the moms I've known over the years. My mom, of course. Then the moms of my friends from my childhood. It's hard to think of myself as an equal to them, to celebrate this day as "one of them". I'm not one of them. It's hard for me to picture myself hosting sleepovers or throwing birthday parties or being the "class mom" or any of the ways I remember my friends' moms from my childhood experiences.
But for me, this day means more to me than my birthday or Christmas. It is the one day I make sure your dad knows needs to be acknowledged. He's not one for buying cards or flowers or presents; he says he "doesn't see the point" in that stuff. But he does make sure that I have some kind of acknowledgment of this day from you. I do the same for him on Father's Day, to make sure he has some card, some drawing, something special that is from you. I feel these two days are about our connections to you, our personal connections. To sound blunt, I really could care less if your dad even says "Happy Mother's Day" to me--the day isn't about that for me. It's about sharing something with you, no one else. It's about my love for you. It's about all the wishes, hopes, dreams, fears, worries that I have for you, about you. It's about the most powerful love I could ever feel and in no way can I even put it into words.
