Happy Mother’s Day … to new moms, expectant moms, & to those moms who have been celebrating for a while (as you should.) And of course, to MY mom. The woman who has shown me how to be a mom & who I only hope I can live up to one day. I now understand her unconditional love for me, and the reason why she has always been the person I can count on. For anything.
Like when she called the dean of Radford University because I couldn’t stand my roommate or pulled me back into the hair salon when I hated my prom hair but was too scared to tell my stylist. Or when she paid for multiple personal trainers because I couldn’t figure out the back-handspring I needed to make the cheerleading team. And obviously, when she calmed me down during my 48-hour labor & when Waverly Maye wouldn’t sleep for during her third month. The list goes on …
I can only hope that Waverly Maye & I have the same close relationship one day. That one day, she will look up to me, count on me, and love to the same extent that I love my mom.
My first moments as a mom this year have been nothing short of amazing. I love being a mom. Every part of it. And obviously need nothing more than Waverly Maye to celebrate my first official day.
Happy Mother’s Day.