My First Mothers Day: A New Kind of Love

 

Today marks my very first Mother's Day — with my sweet 2-month old daughter nestled in my arms and the beautiful, chaotic joy of being a family of three still fresh and overwhelming in all the best ways. 

I've been called many things in my life, but "Mama" is the one that's changed me the most. 

It's wild to think that just a couple months ago, I was still imaging what her little face would look like. Now, I can't imagine a day without her gummy grins, squeaky yawns, and the tiny fingers wrapped around mine. She may be small, but she's completely redefined what love looks like. 

 

This day is special, not just because it's my first Mother's Day, but because it's our first one together  — me, my husband, and our daughter. Our little trio. A new tradition beginning. A new rhythm forming. A new kind of magic unfolding. 

 There's spit-up on my shirt, I've reheated my coffee three times already, and I still can't remember the last time I got eight hours of sleep. But somehow, I feel more whole than ever before. 

Today, I'm honoring the woman I'm becoming — the one learning patience in the middle of midnight feedings, the one celebrating small wins like a quiet nap or a sweet coo, and the one holding her baby close while dreaming of the future we'll grow into together. 

To the mamas in the thick of it, the new ones, the seasoned ones, the ones missing their own moms today— you are seen. You are strong. You are doing sacred work. 

And to you my daughter: thank you for making me a mother. You've already given me the greatest gift—you.