My First Mother's Day

This weekend brought with it the celebration of my first mother's day, and it was, well, unremarkable. Not in a bad way or anything, but I still don't actually feel like a mother most of the time, so the day didn't really have any special significance. Maybe I'll feel more like a mother once William is a little more interactive and actually smiles at me... Or hugs me... Or calls me "mommy"... Or says "I love you"... But for now, I spend most of my days feeling like a milk machine/foreign language interpreter (or rather, I attempt to do the latter. I know William's cries mean different things, but I can not for the life of me figure them out. He might as well be crying in Greek), not necessarily a mother.

But, that didn't keep us from doing a few special things to commemorate the occasion. Since we had plans with my family on Sunday (brother's baseball game and family dinner after), we had a small celebration at our house Saturday night. And by "celebration", I mean that Darrell cooked me dinner (which he does most nights) and William decided to get fussy right as we were ready to sit down to eat (which he does most nights). It was still really nice, though, and Darrell even lit some candles to celebrate the event!

Nothing fancy... Just our Jack Daniels Steak, a potato, and roasted green beans. Oh, and of course, wine  :)

And since the whole point of the day was to celebrate being a mother, Darrell and I were sure to get a picture of me and William before church on Sunday.

We're still working on getting him to look at the camera... But he's cute nonetheless!

I know the role of "mother" still seems a little surreal at times, but I truly am blessed to call this little boy my son. And I'm equally blessed to have two wonderful mothers in my own life to look up to. Hope all the mothers out there had a wonderful day!