I Am A Mom

I don’t know if you noticed…Sunday was Mother’s Day.

And I am a Mom.

And I had a very Happy Mother’s Day.

And I am happy that I had a very happy Mother’s Day.

And I am not going to apologize for it.

And those were a lot of sentences that began with and.

I also got a message from someone that read my blog saying that I shouldn’t brag so much about being happy about Mother’s Day. Because not everyone gets to be a Mom and it isn’t a happy day for everyone.

I totally get that.

There were many Mother’s Day that I just wanted to curl up and make the day go away.

My Mom passed away in April and that first Mother’s day without her was horrible. I missed her terribly and I didn’t know how I was going to survive without her. There were many years that I didn’t attend church on Mother’s day because it was so hard.

I know there are many women that haven’t had the opportunity to be married and be Moms.. I didn’t get married until my late 20’s. At one point I didn’t think I would ever get married and have babies.

Also I have had plenty of family and friends that have struggled with infertility. Even after getting married and having babies we had issues with Secondary Infertility and had to resort to using fertility treatments to get pregnant…and ended up losing that baby.

I understand the pain that the day may cause.

BUT…

I have never thought that others shouldn’t celebrate because it might be painful for me.

And…

I am a Mom.

I have 5 beautiful children here on earth and 1 angel baby.

I was blessed with an incredible Mom and I am who I am because of her.

And I am not going to apologize for that.

This person also went on to say that we should just celebrate women, not just Mothers. And I get that. There have been other women that have touched my children’s lives, but they don’t have children of their own. I am thankful for them and in no way do I want to take anything away from them.

But considering I have been cut open to get these babies out of my body, puked on, peed on, pooped on, I have pulled teeth, kissed ouchies, cleaned up endless messes, spent hours driving here and there, and spent countless sleepless night worrying about my children I don’t think it’s too much to have one day to celebrate Motherhood.

And seriously? If you read my blog you would have to know that I live my life for my children and I love being a Mom.

And I won’t apologize for it…

And I still celebrate President’s Day even though I will never be the President!