This year I will be celebrating my third Mother’s Day as a mom (I count when I was pregnant as my first). I find myself feeling incredibly emotional and thinking about what the day means. For most of my life the day has been about showing my mom how much I love and appreciate her. But now that I too am a mother even that takes on new meaning. I think it’s true what they say, you appreciate your parents more when you too are a parent. I can now understand the love she has for me and the dedication that is required to take on the important role of parenthood.
Now that I’m a mom I would like to know that I’m appreciated for all that I do, but it’s not what first comes to mind as I contemplate this day. What really comes to mind is what it means to me that I even get to celebrate this day as a mom. I am one of the many who for years was poked, prodded, and tested. I underwent test after test, and treatment after treatment. I prayed every night, and made the same wish with every fallen eyelash or blowing of the birthday candles. I shed many tears when month after month I would receive that notice from my body that yet again our attempts had failed. Yes, my husband and I are one of many couples who dealt with the difficult reality of infertility. It’s the most trying and painful experiences we have had as a married couple.
That’s why, as Mother’s Day approaches, I get very emotional thinking about the fact that I now get to celebrate as a mom. My husband and I are blessed to have achieved our dream of becoming parents. So for me Mothers Day is not only about celebrating, but also about counting my blessings. I find myself revisiting the emotional journey we took to get here. Whenever I look back upon that time I can’t help but get choked up. We have a gorgeous little boy who lights up our life and brings us immense joy. It wasn’t long ago when the dream of motherhood was a painful thought, and now it’s a joyous celebration because I’ve been blessed with my little angel.
I will celebrate this Mother’s Day with a full heart. A heart that remembers the pain that infertility brings, and that now knows the joy of motherhood.
Happy Mother’s Day to all mom’s, and to all of you who are struggling in your journey to parenthood, I hear you, and I understand you. I can’t take away your pain, all I can do is offer you my story as hope.