Mother’s Day Mommy

It’s my first Mother’s Day! I can’t believe it’s here already.

Once reaching real adulthood (which in my opinion for me at least, was in my mid twenties… probably around when I went to college), I started having a different view of Mother’s Day.

Three generations.
Photo from February 2011.

Sure, I’m always eager to celebrate this day with my own mom. And I’m very lucky to have one of my grandmothers still very much with us. Heck, I even have other mothers who I’m very grateful to have in my life.

But now I’m part of that fold. I have a little person who depends on me. I’m her mom. The only one she has.

My mother and I are so very close. She’s my best friend. She’s someone I speak with every single day (often multiple times in one day) and we usually see each other every few days. When either of us travel, I miss her. So in my world, she’s kind of a big deal!

Now it feels like the pressure is on. I mean, I can only hope that Missy Moo and I have as close a relationship as the one my mom and I have. I hope that has she grows up, she’ll trust me and know that I’ll always be there  for her. At anytime and from anywhere.

Mommy and Missy Moo

So like any new mom, I’m going to do my best not to screw it up.

And of course, I’ll try not to sweat the small stuff and when mistakes are made, try to see the humour or silver lining of each situation. Because really, that’s all you can do as a parent, right?