Mother’s Day

 Happy Mother’s Day! 

Wow, two blogs in one week. I’m on a roll! 

Mother’s Day… wow. My first Mother’s Day. In the last year, I have thought about being a mom, a LOT. I’m so lucky to have had such a good role model, not many have that. 

As a lot of you know, my mom and dad came down in January to help me with my new home, and eventually, my new baby. Both of my parents did a ton for me, but this post is about Mother’s Day so 🤷🏽‍♀️ 

My mom tucked me in to bed every night until I went into labor. We’d talk for hours about life, God, motherhood, labor… she made sure I was comfy, and then she would go to her own room. Every morning, she made me breakfast and coffee and helped me get ready for work… and when I finally went into labor, she stayed awake beside me for the whole 34 hours. She stayed beside me in the delivery room when I said things I’m not proud of, she encouraged me when I was feeling down about how long labor was taking, and she made sure I stuck to my guns when all I wanted to do was quit (fun fact, you can’t “quit” labor) 

Then my mom stayed up at night to help me take care of Delilah. She held her so I could take showers, eat hot meals, and sleep. Then, she thanked ME! I thank God a lot that He allowed  me to be at peace with who I am before I got pregnant, but now I thank Him for the example of motherhood I have, and pray that He gives me what I need to be at least half of what my mom has been for me. 

If you’ve read my blog for a while, you know that my mom has not had an easy job, raising me. Countless hours in principals offices, thousands of tears wiped from my eyes, a fighter in my corner when I’d given up, a confidante when I trusted no one, and a best friend when everyone else had walked away. To me, my mom was always just my mom, but now that I have Delilah, the thought of watching her go through what I went through, rips me apart. Yet, my mom was strong enough to stand next to me. To stand in front of me and catch bullets. 

How did she not just fold? Give up? Cry on the floor in defeat, with me? She taught me what it means to be a woman. She showed me how to make meatballs, fight for myself, be a wife, and love the Lord. My mom showed me the greatest music ever created, taught me to laugh over bad situations, and truly, she showed me the joy of life. 

Not everybody gets to have a mom like mine. The Lord smiled on my face the day He wrote that my mom would be MY mom. The Lord knew I needed more than what most kids got. I pray my daughter doesn’t experience the same hardships that I did, but I pray that no matter what she goes through, I can be for her what my mom has been for me. 

Now, I’m going to go enjoy the breakfast my hubby made for me, give my daughter extra snuggles, and call my mom to thank her.