Happy Mother’s Day to Me, too

Today has been one of those days I dream of having. Storybook. The kind of day I don’t think I deserve.

Today has been a day of me, not in the sense that I’ve been indulged in my every whim (though I have been indulged. Hello, TOMS <3 Moms shoes that I might sleep in and wear foreverandeveramen.).

Today has been a day where I’ve made a  conscious effort to really SEE things. To see my son. To see my husband.

To see my life.

And my life? Is good, y’all. It really is.

Today I saw my husband go out of his way to do things he knew would make me happy, like coffee and cupcakes.

My heart cried out that I’d chosen well.

Today I witnessed my son lay his head on my lap and then sit up and say “I love you, mama” for the first time.

My heart cried out with happiness.

Today, I saw my son pick up a pair of pants and figure out how to put them on for himself. And succeed.

My heart cried out with pride.

Today, I saw my patience with Joshua grow thin when he had a tantrum. And then I saw myself say “He’s 2. Comfort him. He needs you.” And I did. And it was good.

And my heart cried out with contentment that I’d been able to console him instead of growing frustrated.

Today, I saw that I am a mother.

He is mine.

And I am his.

And I love him more than anything and am thankful to be called his mother.