My First Mother's Day

Today is my first Mother's Day as a mother. I have only been a momma for 7 months now. What a huge privilege and blessing it is to love and raise a little human. I am so thankful. The amount of joy this Little Dude brings me is truly indescribable. And the new ways this experience has bonded Lance and I, is such a gift. I am incredibly lucky to have these two boys in my life!

Mommas.

In these short seven months, I have learned that being a momma and loving something so much is difficult. I beg God for Crosby's protection. I can get overwhelmed and anxious when I think about how vulnerable my heart is now that a piece of it is out in the world, in another tiny little body.

In these short seven months, I have learned that being a Momma sometimes hurts. The love a mother has for her child is so passionate and so fierce, that sometimes it takes my breath a way.

But being a Momma is also so beautiful. 

So today, I want to celebrate ALL of the Mommas out there. 

I celebrate my own mother who is the best Mom always and forever! Thank you for your unconditional love and thank you for setting such a perfect example of the kind of mother I want to be for Crosby. I hope he always needs me the way I still need you.

I celebrate my mother's mother, my Granny, who has always been incredible to me and shown me so much love. 

I celebrate my Daddy's mother, my MaMa, whom I know misses her son as much as I do.

I celebrate my husband's mother, who raised such a selfless, kind-hearted man and who is the type of daddy to Crosby, that my Daddy was to me. 

I celebrate my sister, who is a mother and I celebrate my close friends who I have stood beside and watched become mothers. All of you have been such wonderful examples for me. Your advice through texts and phone calls the past couple of months have further deepened our friendships and I am so grateful to be able to have a sister and friends around me that I can look up to and learn from in this season of life.

I celebrate my pseudo-moms, Kathleen, Karen Jo, Valerie and Momma Jo (in heaven), who have been so good to me and loved me like I was their own. I'm a better person for the enrichment their friendship has brought to my life. Not to mention how much fun these wild women are.

But as someone who longed to be a mother far before she actually got to be one, I also wanted to acknowledge and be sensitive to those who are desperately waiting to become mothers.

I pray for you. I pray that the desires of your heart will be met. I pray that you get to experience the joy, whether it be in your own womb or in another's through adoption.

My heart also aches for those who have lost the person that made them a mother, I cannot imagine. And my heart aches for those still waiting to become one.

To the Mommas,

and to the hopeful Mommas-to-be.

I celebrate you today.

Happy Mother's Day.

Love,

Carmen