In 2004, 9 months after oldest son was born, I celebrated my first Mother's Day. I remember being in my house, surrounded by my parents and inlaws, holding my 9 month old child, and crying. Tears of Joy of course. I had tried for so long to have a child. It had been a long year medically and emotionally yet the end result was there, in my arms. I knew that from there on out, Mother's Day would be my new favorite holiday (tying very closely with Thanksgiving!) So as Mother's Day approaches (I will be sailing on the seas during this time) I reflect on what it means to be a Mom. I think about all the patience that goes into this 24/7 Mom role All of the nurturing, educating, teaching, sharing, playing... So today's post is dedicated to my Mom. My Mom who says the teen years were the hardest years with me. My Mom who I never thought I would voluntarily be calling 4 times a day. My Mom who told me that when I was an adult, no one would ask what my SAT scores were in High Sch...
Mom, cancer survivor, and wanna be writer.