Reflecting on Mothers Day

Today (actually more like yesterday since I’m posting past midnight), I was overcome with memories of my very first mothers day (last year). My daughter was then exactly a month old. I was still struggling with breastfeeding, running on a maximum 4hrs of sleep a night, and the three of us were home with what we later learned was bronchitis. It could have been worse – if not for my family (mom, dad, 3 sisters, and brother-in-law) who insisted on coming over to celebrate that evening. My mom brought over plenty of home-cooked food, and my older sister and BIL took care of the cake for my daughter’s first “monthday.” It lifted my spirits to have all the people that mean so much to me, in our home on what I now consider a memorable day.

I credit my mother for my family’s closeness. When I moved out after my wedding almost 3yrs ago, she made sure that we would spend quality time as a family every Sunday via family dinners. I can count the number of times we’ve been absent at Sunday dinner. ┬áIf for some reason we couldn’t make it, I would always make up for it by visiting them during the week. Even when they went away on vacation, my sisters and I stuck to what we would now consider a much loved family tradition.

I have to admit, I used to find my mother annoying (didn’t we all during our youth?). Since becoming a mother myself, I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s sometimes necessary to nag. I understand her better now, and realize I’ve treated her unfairly at times.

I would like to thank her now for loving me even when I was at my most unlovable, and for being a mother worth emulating.

I would of course, like to also thank my daughter, without whom I wouldn’t be on this journey called motherhood. It feels so great to be needed. Your hugs and smiles more than make up for physical pains and lost sleep. I love you sooooo much.

“Being a full time mother is one of the highest salaried jobs, since the payment is pure love.” ~Mildred B. Vermont

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