1) It's Mother's Day on Sunday.
2) This month marks one year that I've been with my current fertility specialist, and I'm still not a mom myself.
3) I'm turning 31 on Wednesday, which means me and my eggs aren't getting any younger. Which means my chances of celebrating my first Mother's Day AS a mom by the age of 32 are growing slimmer by the day.
I hope that when (and if) I have children, they adore me the way I adore my mother. I never went through that nasty phase of I-hate-my-mom teenage rebellion. I always thought she was the bomb, and nothing less. Even when she wore glasses like this:
|Me, my mom, and my sister, circa 1983|
- Knowing when to say "no," because it taught me boundaries.
- Letting me face the music when I did something wrong, because it taught me that actions have consequences
- Maintaining your incredible and unique sense of humor, because it taught me the healing power of laughter
- Emphasizing the importance of family, because they really are the most important thing
- Teaching me how to do things instead of doing them for me, because it taught me self-reliance
- For the way your face still lights up when you see me, because it reminds me of how much I am loved
And even though you still love big hair and flashy jewelry, thank you, Mommy, for losing those glasses! I love you!
|Me, my mom, and my sister, 2008|