My first real Mother's Day

For the past four years Matt has given me gifts, flowers and all the Mother's Day treatment. Every year I would awkwardly become uncomfortable and say, "I am not a mom, don't get me anything." I don't know why I would ever shun special treatment, but for some reason I was not very appreciative. He would always continue despite my rudeness and say," You are the Mother of our future kids." To make me even more uneasy I would always stress on Fathers Day when he looked around all curious to see what I did for him...and it wasn't much. Last year I was a little more open to the idea, as I was pregnant, and this year I was all for the bells and whistles! I was loving every moment of it. I am very grateful to be a Mom. I kept kissing Samuel and telling him thank you for being my baby, I love being your Mommy. The father son duo didn't miss a beat from breakfast in bed, roses and mommy gifts. Any chance there was to do a diaper or clean a mess I didn't hesitate to mention, "It's Mother's Day!"
I better gear up because after five good Mother's Days, and only having a 7 month old, I better prepare one good Daddy Day this year that is well deserved.