This is my first Mother’s Day as a mom. I have a beautiful seven-month old daughter. I know it’s cliché, but having a child of my own has made me appreciate my mom so much more than I ever did before.
I confess, I used to consider Mother’s Day and Father’s Day little more than Hallmark holidays. No more! I don’t think most moms want jewelry or flowers from their kids (husbands, we’re not talking to you!). Most moms want appreciation.
Thank your mom for getting up with you every night, several times a night, soothing you, holding you, and rocking you back to sleep when she could hardly hold her own head up from exhaustion. Thank your mom for getting up with you at 6 a.m. to feed, change, and play with you—all with a smile—even though she was up with you at 12, 2, and 4.
Thank your mom for changing your poopy diapers and your wet diapers. You cried, kicked, tried to roll off the changing table, and basically did everything to thwart her, but she used her considerable skills at least 10 times a day to keep you clean, dry, and happy.
Thank your mom for feeding you. Her arms probably ached by the end of the day from cradling you as she breastfed or holding half a dozen bottles for you, while you cried, played, cooed, or basically did everything but drink your bottle! Even though you were hungry and protested vigorously if the bottle or breast was taken away.
Thank your mom for taking you to the doctor, the park, the amusement park, the circus, the zoo, Gymboree, and all your friends’ birthday parties. Thank her for playing peek-a-boo, singing silly songs, reading your favorite book four times in a row, and finding your lovey when you were inconsolable because you thought he’d been lost forever.
Thank her for encouraging your first words and understanding your babbling. Thank her for holding your hands as you took your first step and killing her back, hunching over so you could stand or walk for hours a day.
Thank her for rocking you, pacing with you, and basically doing an Irish jig to get you to fall asleep when you were overtired and fighting it with everything you had and screaming so loudly the neighbors thought she was killing you. Thank her for taking 3-minute showers so she could pick you up again when you woke from said nap 10 minutes later, screaming once again.
So even if you sent a card, sent flowers or chocolate or diamonds, even if you were an easy baby, call your mom and tell her thankrs! That’s the gift she really wants.