My (2nd) First Mother's Day

Well, it's almost the second Sunday in May which can only mean one thing... MOTHER'S DAY! As a little girl, this always meant grabbing the scissors, colored paper, and markers from the cupboard and making the prettiest cards for my mom. My heart leaps with excitement just thinking about Little Miss doing the same thing for me in a few years. Although, if she is anything like me, I'm sure to receive a handmade card that says, "If you were a booger I'd pick you" (insert face-palm here).

This time, last year, I remember how thrilled I was to go to church knowing I could finally except those Mother's Day flowers with pride. After all, a mother-to-be needs some recognition for carrying, protecting, and loving that little spirit inside of her for nine months. I had decided that this, indeed, was going to be my first official Mother's Day. 

And though I came home from church with no flowers because my 37 week preggo body convinced me that I couldn't make it though all three hours (insert sad face here), I still celebrated because in my eyes, pregnancy was the beginning of motherhood. 

Fast forward to today. In just a few short weeks, I will have accomplished my first full year with a beautiful baby girl on my hip rather than in my belly. I have gained experiences and endured hardships of motherhood that I hadn't even considered as a mother-to-be. So I understand now why many would consider this my first Mother's Day celebration; and so I do. But what they fail to realize, is that this is my 2nd First Mother's Day.  Because without those first nine months, there would be no handmade cards for futures to come. Even when those cards proclaim me to be a booger.

Happy Mother's Day