Upon noticing my protruding, round belly and slow waddle down the hallway at work (sans high heels!), several people have asked me over the past couple weeks if I plan on celebrating Mother’s Day this year. My answer? “Heck, yeah!” At first, I wasn’t quite sure if I’m technically entitled to celebrate the holiday with this baby still growing inside my tummy. In fact, I even Googled, “Should expecting moms celebrate Mother’s Day?” (as if Google is the end-all source for sound advice). To my doctor’s horror, Jeremy actually said I’m technically not a mom yet—I’m just this baby’s incubator. Of course, he’s only joking to get a rise out of me! I can already see him look at my growing baby bump with loving adoration. He’s about to become a daddy and his face lights up with excitement as we discuss our baby’s rapidly approaching arrival. I know Jeremy loves me as his wife, life partner and best friend…but I can tell he already has a new love blossoming in his heart for the mother of his child.
So…should I celebrate Mother’s Day before Baby arrives? Well, after much consideration and validation from Google, it occurred to me that, though Baby Beau hasn’t yet made his appearance in this world, I’m already his mommy. And I may be a little eager to celebrate my first Mother’s Day on Sunday, but it’s only because I never thought I would ever really have that opportunity.
In my younger days, I pompously declared I would never have kids (or get married, for that matter–but that’s a whole ‘nother story). I had never changed a diaper, nor did I have a reason to. Because WHY would I want to? It’s not that I disliked kids—I just never had a driving maternal NEED to birth and raise children. It’s amazing how much can change over the course of 20+ years. I guess you could say the proverbial ticking of a biological clock is a strong motivator.
I enjoy celebrating Mother’s Day every year with my family, but it’s always been a day devoted to my mom, sister-in-law and all my “other mothers” who have played an important role in my life. I’m truly blessed because, in my 35 years on this earth, I’ve constantly been surrounded by godly, strong, loving women. Most importantly—my own mother. I genuinely couldn’t have asked for a better mom, and I only hope I can be a fraction as good a mother to Beau as she has been to me. From the beginning, she’s been my biggest cheerleader, a teacher, therapist, my best friend. She painted the picture of what it’s like to love unconditionally.
Facing the realization that I’ll soon be responsible for another human life puts things into perspective. Mothers should not only be celebrated on a single Sunday in May but rather, every single day of the year! They are living, breathing superheroes, and quite frankly, it’s a bit scary to think I have those same shoes to fill for my little man. So up ’til recently, this day has always been a celebration of other moms.
Now all of a sudden, it’s my turn. From a positive pregnancy test to our first sonogram to the kicks and movements of this miracle growing inside me, it’s my turn to experience pregnancy and ultimately, the most important job in the world: motherhood. I get to be the one to give daily hugs and kisses, read bedtime stories, endure temper tantrums, poopy diapers and sleepless nights. I get to worry about saving for college and dread the day he turns 16 and gets behind the wheel of a car. I get to watch him take his first steps. I get to discover the magic of Christmas through his innocent eyes, hear his deep belly laughs and sweet, little voice proclaiming me as “Mommy.”
I get to revel in the joy that comes from raising a baby that is part me and part Jeremy—this blessing given to us by God. To say I’m feeling a bit unprepared for labor, childbirth and motherhood is the understatement of the century, but I’m taking it one day at a time and learning as I go—enjoying each milestone as it comes. Because I hear it goes by in the blink of an eye.
So am I going to celebrate Mother’s Day two whole months before my baby enters the world? Yes. Yes, I am—because I’m finally a mommy.
Happy Mother’s Day to all of YOU!