This weekend is the perfect time for me to reflect on my experience as a mother. In thinking back, the memories that stick with me the most are the ones that have brought tears to my eyes, as it takes a lot to make this stone-cold woman cry.
I remember tears when I first met Charlotte and told her "Happy Birthday." More when I looked down on her sleeping in her crib on her first night at home, I told Brian "If we can never have another, we will be okay now." I remember crying with relief when I could lay my head down for a much needed nap and exhaustion while rocking her in her carseat and waiting for Brian to come home so we could go for a "night out" at Russ'. Tears of love for both my daughter and Brian come when I see her nestle in with a tight hug and Brian hug her back as though he has never been so deeply in love. Now when I cry a lot of times it is with Charlotte, because it gets harder and harder to know how to fix her tears. A hug and sway are so often powerless now, only time seems to heal the wounds of a toddler tantrum.
I imagine this is only the start of a lifetime of happy, sad and frustrated tears to come. I have a lot to look forward to and am so lucky to be a mother. Happy Mother's Day to all of the blessed mothers out there that I share this privilege with.