So, it was Mother’s Day today. Technically this is the second “day” I’ve experienced honoring me and my wonderfulness. My son was born only a few days before Mother’s Day last year and I was still reeling from the whole baby/life/birth/recovery shenanigans to even remotely remember my first mother’s day.
So I will consider this my first official Mother’s Day. Well, yay for me for keeping my son alive and my sanity relatively intact for a whole year. I must say the first six moths were the hardest of my life (colic, C section recovery and complications, colic, night & day confusion, colic…). Months 6-12 however were quite the relief. For the first time, I experienced joy with and for my child. We explored things together, we got some sleep, we laughed, we went out into the world, I put on shoes that weren’t flip flops, we walked, talked, ran, and played.
I started to morph into a “mom”. One of those foreign creatures to whom I wafted my superior single and childless scent to as if to say “Look at me! Don’t look at that small thing attached to your hand, hip, arm, leg, grocery cart! Look at me and my freedom, I flaunt this in your general direction!”. I now feel a little bit of remorse for the dirty looks I gave mothers with children on airplanes (how dare they interrupt my laptop/cell phone/report/magazine time to get from place to place in an efficient manner! Use a train like the other cretins! I command you!).
Now I exude the superior scent of a woman who bore a gorgeous and brilliant child. Look at me! I am wonder mom. Look at my child develop at a rate 12x that of yours! ha HA! Look at him – he is terribly advanced! Pine for my mothering skills! Pine, I say!
I do try to tame the beast though as I know I have really had nothing to do with his darlingness and his terrible advancedness. Sigh.
Happy Mother’s Day to all mothers. Be good to yourselves tonight.
