One Saturday morning, Matt rolled over and asked me if I wanted to celebrate Mother’s Day this year?
Umm…I don’t know. I don’t think so.
Well you can celebrate it if you want to, but I am going to wait till next years Father’s Day. His reasoning: he felt like I was actually parenting already, I was carrying and nourishing our baby where as he felt like his role hadn’t quite started. I argued for a moment, but then replied, “ Well I am going to wait anyway.”
But then when Mother’s Day Sunday morning came around I found myself attempting to find a nicer outfit to wear; something that would make me feel a little extra special.
At church, I was handed a handmade flower and Matt leaned over and said, “ Happy Mother’s Day.” I can’t describe how I felt at that moment …except that my heart was doing a big happy dance.
During the walk home from church, I made sure to stick my baby bump out just a little further and rub my tummy every once and a while. Go ahead and laugh, but I wanted the whole world to know that I was a mom.