My first Mother's Day

I can't even begin to express how I feel today.

I gaze over at the tiny little boy laying on a pillow next to me on the couch, sleeping soundly. (not sure how that happened, actually, he should be awake and hungry. Maybe it's his Mother's Day present to me.)

Disbelief. Adoration. Absolute unconditional love. More feelings than I thought I could ever feel.

I read someone else's blog post to their own Mother a few days ago, a letter in which she described how she never believed her Mom when she'd told her growing up that she loved her more than she could ever know, until she had children of her own.

It makes perfect sense to me now. Of course you love your parents, but in a different way than they love you, not better or worse, just different. I'm curious how it is different to have grandchildren, now...

Lately I often find myself thinking about all of the recent changes, about how I am a Mom, my Mom and Dad are Grandma and Grandpa...

Since having Eric, I am a lot more homesick. Especially when it gets really tough. (More on that later, though.)

I miss my Mom and Dad.

I miss my sister, my brother.
Most of all, I wish I could be there today to give Mom a Mother's Day hug and tell her how much I love her. How much I appreciate everything she does, who she is, and what it all means to me.

How I am starting to understand what being a Mom feels like. Although I am certain that will change over time, too, as Eric grows and Chris and I grow as parents.

Mom, I'm so grateful you are my Mother, and for everything you do for me.
I love you more than you will ever know, more than I could ever express in words.


You are an amazing person, and a wonderful Gramma! I hope to be as good of a Mom to Eric as you are to me.

All my love, Blaine