Happy Mother's Day

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.