I celebrated my first Mother's Day this past Sunday, and I couldn't feel more proud to be the mother of a beautiful and intelligent baby girl. I remember last year, as she moved around in my belly, that I couldn't WAIT to meet her and hold her on that very special day.
I did, however, realize something very important. No matter how much I wanted this day to come; where I could show off the fact that I had survived my pregnancy and brought this beautiful child into the world, I didn't need to be celebrated in order to feel like a mother.
It's the little things that happen every day that I celebrate. Like when my little girl picks up a cheerio and eats it on her own (who would have thought THAT would be a milestone in my life, eh?), or when she babbles at me with this brilliant smile on her face. She knows that I'm her mom, and the look on her face when she sees me is enough to fill my heart with so much love that I think I'll burst.
I don't know how I am going to survive another baby. My heart couldn't possibly get any bigger, but I am certain that it will find a way. Two little girls are going to be an adventure.
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