Mom’s Special Day Too!!

I realize that Deb and I have a few other posts to finish off in the chocolate chip muffin series but I wanted to make a special post on this day, my birthday. As we started making plans to create this blog one our goals was to talk about conversations we would want to have with our Mom. I wish I could have spoken with her about becoming a Mom.

When I became a Mom, something changed in me. I could not even begin to try to say I know what it was, but it was something and it changed. My days got busier, my mind less focused and my emotions jumped all the roller coasters.  A dear friend reminded me that the days are long but the years are short. Well, six and a half years into parenting, I can clearly see why that statement had an impact.

While trying to remember to enjoy all the little moments before they pass, there are a lot of unknowns, stresses and questions. While I know those questions would have been interesting this post is not about asking questions or seeking advice but rather about showing gratitude.

I know that my Mother knew I loved her. Whether it was through my propensity to send greeting cards, the late night coffee runs, and our evenings playing Skip-Bo, she knew what she meant to me. One thing I never did, however, was acknowledge her or my father on my birthday. It is not something that crossed my mind, until I had my own daughter.

I am not trying to diminish the spotlight that glows on my daughter when her day comes around, but there is something warming when your partner turns to you on your child’s birthday and says thank you. My husband and I did not partake in the push present trend, but every year on our daughter’s birthday, he thanks me. It is a few simple words, usually at the end of the day, but it means a great deal.

Author Elizabeth Stone is credited for a great quote that encapsulates this perspective “Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body”. That day, when your decision leads to a precious child in your arms, is indeed momentous. So to my Mom, I wish I would have understood the importance of my birthday from your perspective when you were living for if I did, I would have thanked you.

My Mom and Me