Happy Be-lated Mother's Day

I just celebrated my 3rd Mother's Day and I can finally say that I finally have that "real" feeling of being a mom.  I could just be that I have finally found my "mom grove" or that my son now actually calls me "Mama" (and MOM very loudly in the morning with he wakes up).  All in all I have come to the conclusion that being someone's mom is an on going transformation that takes on many shapes and sizes.  I was blessed enough to spend the day with my own mother, she always has the uncanny ability to make me feel like a her child and also a mom of my own all at the same time.  I celebrate my mother as well as every other mom I know everyday (always in a little prayer at the beginning of my day).  Every "Mother" figure in my life has taught me something and we are forever bonded in the "motherhood".

some inspiration for my fellow moms:

"As is my mother, so is her daughter."  - Ezekiel 16:4

"Men are what their mothers made them."  - Ralph Waldo Emerson

"We never know the love of the parents until we become parents ourselves."  - Henry W. Beecher

"Love MAMA."  - My son

"By and large, mothers and housewives are the only workers who do not have regular time off.  They are a vacationless class."  - Anne Morrow Lindbergh

"Of all the rights of women, the greatest is to be a mother."  - Lin Yutang

"The most important thing a father can do for his children is to love their mother."

"I remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me.  They cling to me all my life."  -Abraham Lincoln

So to all the mom's who have are still waiting to become moms, ones with babies, teenagers, grandkids, and great-grandkids I celebrate you!

From one of my favorite Bloggers Scary Mommy

Motherhood is when, just as you want to curl up into a ball of pure exhaustion and desperation, one of your children suddenly farts or burps or does something spontaneously funny. It’s the moment when you dissolve into a hysterical fit of laughter; the kind that you haven’t had since you and your seventh grade BFF were caught passing notes about which boy in your class you’d most want to be stuck in a closet with. It’s the moment you pause and look at your children, all piled on your bed, breathless and rosy cheeked, and think that the only things that really matter in the world are right there in front of you. They are yours, and they are worth every sacrifice and sleepless night.

AMEN