It is getting closer to that time of year when all moms are so proud. We get gifts our children school that say how great we are. I remember my 1st mothers day. I got a blue piece of construction paper with two feet on it. Out of the toes were flower petals so it was like two vases of flowers. times that by 2 and that was my 1st mothers day gifts. If I got that present today I am sure I would be scared considering my childrens feet might not even fit on to a piece of construction paper. Either way. It was my proudest moment...... I have to say this is my 8th mothers day and all have been just as special as the 1st one. All the cards and little gifts from the kids, the calls from family telling me I am doing a good job always makes me feel great. BUT There is always one huge problem for me on mothers day..... finding my mom a present that would let her know how much I love her. One to say that for standing your ground when I was a terrible teenager, or thanks for keeping the kids before I went crazy, or for showing me the right way to wash clothes so that all the food stains, grass stains, and junk comes out. Threw out the years me and my mom have not always been that close. BUT now as I am getting older and have children I realize that my mom is one of the most important people in my life. She is ALWAYS there... and always willing to be there. It is amazing how one phone call to my mom can make my day seem to be better. These days I only hope that when my children are my age they can say that their mom(me) is their best friend. So hopefully by sunday I can find a present that represents to my mom how happy I am she is my mom.

For all of the moms that do read this...Happy Mothers Day.



Before I was a Mom,
I never tripped over toys
or forgot words to a lullaby.
I didn't worry whether or not
my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.

Before I was a Mom,
I had never been puked on.
Pooped on.
Chewed on.
Peed on.
I had complete control of my mind
and my thoughts.
I slept all night.

Before I was a Mom,
I never held down a screaming child
so doctors could do tests.
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night
watching a baby sleep.

Before I was a Mom,
I never held a sleeping baby just because
I didn't want to put her down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces
when I couldn't stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small
could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.

Before I was a Mom,
I didn't know the feeling of
having my heart outside my body.
I didn't know how special it could feel
to feed a hungry baby.
I didn't know that bond
between a mother and her child.
I didn't know that something so small
could make me feel so important and happy.

Before I was a Mom,
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night
every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth,
the joy,
the love,
the heartache,
the wonderment
or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much,
before I was a Mom