Firsts. Life is full of them. Whether it is your first pet, your first kiss, your first car, your first job, your first house, your first child...emotions can run the gamut from exhilarating to fearful, happiness to disappointment.
As you know, I am in the first year with my first child. In the five months I have been on this adventure, there have been a lot of firsts.
The first time I held her - I fell in love...hard.
The first time she had an up-the-back blowout - I stared in shock, disbelief, horror, disgust, and well, fear.
The first time she smiled at me from recognition, not gas - I fell in love...even harder.
The first time she slept in her crib, in her room - I didn't sleep.
The first time I dropped her off at school - I cried. No...I sobbed.
The first time I realized her neck and armpits mysteriously collect remnants of drool, milk, spit-up (you get the idea) - I almost threw up.
The first time I had to call the doctor in the night - I made outlandish promises to God if he would just make her alright.
The first time I left her overnight - I missed her. A lot.
The first time she laughed, really laughed - I laughed, I really laughed.
This is only the short list of firsts. And I know there are so many more to come...
As this day comes to an end, I realize that years from now I may not remember her red paint hand print with the poem I received or that I held her for almost three hours as she napped today, but I will always remember the first Mother's Day I was a mother and that, because of her, I will always be a mother on Mother's Day.
Happy Mother's Day!
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