My First Mother's Day

Having never been a mother, I’ve never really thought about Mother’s Day – other than what to get my own mom and how late our gift to Mark’s mom is going to be.

So I was quite taken aback to see this little smiling face sitting on the kitchen table. Mark isn’t much for gift-giving occasions normally, so this was out of character for him. But there on the table was a little smiling face.

We had read that our baby was about the size of a lemon (back in May). Mark bought a lemon to show the size and drew a cute little face on it. Then he got me the fish oil pills I’m supposed to take (for brain development) and a sweet card.

Keep in mind, Mark LOVES to buy cards that will allow him to cross out what’s printed and write in his own words – opting instead for the cuter picture. Part of his charm…

So I read my little card, saw my little lemon and the fish pills that I was out of and was thrilled. Such a small gesture, but so sweet. So thoughtful… so sweet. I was delighted. My first Mother’s Day gift!

At that moment, I decided to quite voicing my concerns out loud. Up until then I had worried out loud about being droopy and saggy after the baby. Stressed about stretch marks, veins, and larger feet. And I worried that perhaps I was sounding more negative than I felt – because I was really quite excited. And clearly, so was my sweet Mark.

So, I haven’t said another word about the unpleasant physical changes. Yes, I still have those nagging worries, but now when Mark and I are together, we talk about how tall our little girl will be, how longs her arms will be, and harass her while she’s in my belly. (I like to poke around and feel for her!)

(I still have my lemon… though now she looks more like a senior citizen lemon than a newborn!)