Mother's Day

My first Mother's Day was AWESOME.

My boys gave me an amazingly beautiful perfect necklace, a (three hour!) nap, a long hot shower, and a delicious dinner. (The recipe is something we've made & blogged about before. Also known as that one time a famous person from TV commented on my blog!)

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Sunday was a perfect, wonderful, slow-paced, relaxing day.


Now begin the mommyblogger sap-fest post that made me tear up while writing it.

I am a mom. I know, in no uncertain terms, that I was always meant to be this little boy's mom.

I am his protector, his defender, his caretaker... and hopefully someday his friend. He is without a doubt the best thing that has ever happened to me.

I am a good mom... no, a GREAT mom... because I learned from the best. I know it's common once you have a child of your own to realize just what you mean to your own mother, and gain a little more understanding and respect for who she is and what she's done for you. But you guys, I have ALWAYS (ok, with the excpetion of that year or two in high school when I was an asshat) known how great my mom is.

You know that old sitcom cliche where the woman has a shocking epiphany... "I've become my MOTHER!" Yeah, for me, that's a lofty goal. If anyone tells me "you're just like your mother" my response is, "Thank you!"

She's MY protector. My caretaker. My ally & my friend.

And now that she's my son's grandma, she's become my mama-mentor.

I can only imagine what great memories we'll all share.

I love you, mom. We're so lucky to have you.