This is my very first Mothers Day. Steve bought me chocolates and a gift basket last year when I was pregnant but this is my first real Mothers Day and to be quite honest I feel like I should be honoured at Town Hall with a Certificate of Congratulations bestowed upon me by the Mayor.
To some that mind sound a little over the top but the last 6 years have been hell for my mind, body and spirit. My gorgeous kid came at a cost. I have unseen scars. Infertility wasn’t kind to me. I have bared my soul on my blog in the past and while I did consider deleting those posts I felt like I’d be deleting a part of myself, a part that carved me into the mother, even the woman that I am today.
I know there are people struggling, even longer than I did and my heart truly goes out to them. I’ve noticed I was labeled as a “super mum” on my blog sometimes and I know that it was my journey to motherhood that is partly to blame. I wish I could be more laid back but it’s not in me, I feel like I constantly have to give 110% because I was given such a wondrous gift… a child.
So this year while I’m eating my first Mothers Day breakfast cooked by my husband and reading books in bed with my son, I’ll be feeling very thankful. I’ll also be thinking of those who are yet to be blessed and those who carried angel babies because even without a child of their own, in their hearts they will always be mothers. Be kind to yourself and celebrate women and the wonderful role we have in life.