A First Time Mother's Thoughts on Mother's Day

As mother's day draws near I can't help but think of all the moms out there- especially the ones in my life: my mom, my step mom, my grandma, and my mother-in-law. All wonderful, hardworking, loving, and sacrificial ladies. Ladies who I aspire to be like.

And here I am, a new mom getting ready to celebrate my first mother's day. As I sit here exhausted I can't help but wonder....how do they do it, and for so long? Being a mom is a hard job. A job you can't even try to explain to someone who's not a mom because the words just don't do it justice. It's tiring. So tiring. Being wanted and needed 24/7; constantly being tugged on, pulled at, and reached for. Deep sleep is a friend I think of fondly, but one I know I'm not going to see for a very long time. Learning to do laundry, make food, eat food, clean the house, and get yourself ready for the day all with one hand is a skill mothers learn to master quickly. And if you throw breastfeeding in on top of it we're playing a whole other ball game, and let's just say that breastfeeding moms don't get nearly enough credit that credit is due. I'm only 6 1/2 months in and some days I wonder if I'll have enough energy to make it to the next day. Somehow I always do.

But you know what? No matter how overly exhausted I may be. No matter how much I want that deep sleep again-I love everything about being a mom. Those sleepless nights usually mean that my baby boy needs mommy cuddles. The tugging on and pulling at, usually means that my angel wants me to play with him. Having to do everything with one hand because he screams if I put him down for 5 seconds, means that he thinks my arms are the safest place in the world. Just like you can't adequately explain the job of a mother, you also can never explain the depth of a mother's love.

It's amazing to me how Pierce doesn't have to be doing anything special, just sitting there playing or even sleeping soundly in his bed, and all it takes is one look at him in all of his perfection to bring me to tears. Tears of joy. Tears of pure love. It's amazing to me how he can exhaust me, but the second he gives me that Pierce grin I know that it's all worth it. To love someone so immensely is to know what it is to be a mom.

Being a mom is a hard job. It's the most important job in the world. And every second of every minute of every day for the rest of my life I am going to be Pierce's mom. That may sound daunting, but to me it sounds incredibly exciting.

For the longest time I felt like I was born to be a mom. Six and a half months ago I met the loving little boy who I was born to be a mother to, and all I can say is-the wait was worth it.

As this mother's day approaches my husband will probably thank me for what I do as a mom, but I will be the one forever thanking God for the gift that is my son.