Being a mom is just… wow.
I know people say it way too often, but there are literally no words,
but I suppose I could try. Magical. Tiring.
Amazing. Incredible. Tiring.
Interesting. Hilarious. Tiring.
One year ago, I announced to the Facebook world that I was
going to be a mother. I remember writing
something along the lines of “joining the mother’s club,” and I think that’s
exactly what it is. A club. Only members of the club understand each
other. Only moms understand that 3:30am
can be so damn cute (sometimes). Only
moms know the feeling of wanting to scream, and smile, and cry, all at the same
time (please tell me I’m not alone).
Only moms know the guilt-ridden feeling of just leaving the dirty dishes
and the laundry until tomorrow… or the next day… or the next day. Only moms know the power of an afternoon nap
(or morning nap, or evening nap… any nap, really).
I know it sounds cliché, but I am indeed the luckiest woman
on the face of this crazy planet. I have
the most beautiful daughter, a Superwoman of a mom, and a “club” of incredible
mothers in my life (grandmothers, aunts, in-laws, sister, friends, etc).
And now, on the eve of my first Mother’s Day, I have to go
to bed, at 9:15pm, on a Saturday night, because I have a cranky four (almost
five) month old who absolutely controls my life. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Happy Mother’s Day, moms.
You all deserve an award. Or a
giant trophy. Or a candy bar. Or a nap.
