My Favorite Mother's Day Memory
I remember expecting my first Mother’s Day as a new mom to be a magnificent and amazing day. I had high expectations for pampering, and planned to revel in the love bestowed upon me by my husband, grateful that I had blessed him with his first born.
In reality, I was in such a mommy fog that I have no recollection of the gifts I received. I’m sure my husband bought me a card and most likely signed it from our two and a half month old baby. Perhaps we ordered take out? We certainly didn’t venture out to a restaurant, and if I were a betting woman I’d say my gift involved a chance to take a much-deserved nap.
While I can no longer remember the details of my first Mother’s Day as a mom, there is one Mother’s Day I simply cannot recollect at all, not because of what I didn’t receive, but because of the beautiful gift I was given.
My second child was due May 21st, but on the evening of May 8th my water broke and we headed to the hospital. My first child was born two months premature, and to say that my launch into the world of parenting was turbulent would be an enormous understatement. I looked forward to my full term birth of a healthy son and a delivery free of complications.
What I got instead was a few hours of anxiety followed by the birth of a beautiful, but unhealthy little guy delivered by emergency c-section. I will never forget the words my physician spoke to me as I watched my son roll past me to be rushed to the NICU. “We did the right thing. We got to him in time.”
Five days later Mother’s Day came and went with no fanfare whatsoever. It still surprises me each year when his birthday falls on Mother’s Day week because four years ago, when he came into our lives, a holiday was the last thing I had on my mind. How ironic it is then that the best Mother’s Day gift I ever received was the newborn son I held in my arms that uneventful Sunday.
What is your favorite Mother’s Day memory?