And so my first mother’s day kicks off with waking up for Liam’s night feed at 4am.
I wonder to myself, is this how we’re ushering it in?
The husband has been completed zapped out of energy from a week’s worth of insane work & his mom – who sadly stole remaining of it over dinner last night – to even feel enthusiastic about anything else.
So the plan for the day? To stay at home and continue doing my mama duties because everyone else wants a break for the weekend too. And instead of a cozy celebration of any sorts, I’d be spending it with his side of the family later this evening doing birthday celebrations for 3 of them instead. Memorable, not.
Yet as I was feeding my 6 weeks old chungkin his 130ml of milk, cradling him in my arms and feeling him position his head snugly against my arms, I couldn’t help but feel complete. And while he may not have been able to give me a bouquet of ugly carnations or lovely flowers of any kind, draw me a card which I know I’d have some day, or even wish me; experiencing these tender loving moments, including the occasional gaze, from the little guy sufficed.
This mothers’ day, there’s an additional new meaning to the celebration. Apart from acknowledging & appreciating how awesome my own mom has been (which she continues to be every day), I’m finally on the receiving end too!
So yes, no basking in any pampering or a cozy celebration of our own till the next mother’s day but knowing that I’ve one more special occasion to add to my calendar of celebrations apart from my birthday, priceless.