Mother’s Day: The Morning After

There is one thing special about this post.

It is that finally, after my nearly 40 years of existence I was able to join the thousands of amazing and wonderful women who get to be honoured and celebrated on the first Sunday of May — Mother’s Day!

I didn’t know how special and extraordinary Mother’s Day was until I experienced it myself as a mother. Not that I didn’t honour my mother and those with maternal influence in my life during the previous years, but it felt more significant this year now that I was able to observe it as a mother myself.

Thoughts

My motherhood journey had just kicked off 3 months ago. I didn’t think it was rightful for me to be called a ‘mother’, yet. What do I know about motherhood? Only the unexplainable feeling of a contraction, the bittersweet long nights, the joys of a blocked milk duct, the neverending change of nappies, and the hungry cries of my baby boy to name a few.

Then I thought again. After the roll call of what seems to be an initiation checklist into motherhood — I think am deserving to be called a ‘mother’ and to join in the celebration this year!

The Truth

I was secretly looking forward to my first Mother’s Day.

A week prior, I asked Nikky jokingly if he had something planned for me for the coming Sunday. Feeling a bit embarrassed that I asked, I quickly changed the topic. I managed to suppress my excitement and settled for the idea to not have any expectation at all.

A Rose is A Rose

On my return home after a quick grocery run that Sunday morning, I found a box of long-stemmed roses waiting for me in the hallway. I immediately knew it was from Nikky. I was lying about the ‘having no expectation’ part. Because in all honesty, I would have been very disappointed if I didn’t receive anything from him that day.

I opened the box with a big grin on my face. A dozen red roses with the longest stems, a box of chocolate, bath salts, a divinely scented candle and a bunch of rose petals. Rose petals, what am I going to do with these rose petals? Are they even edible?

Oh, I think they are for sprinkling in the bath.

Damn If You Do Damn If You Don’t

Not that I didn’t appreciate his expected gesture, but plainly out of curiosity I couldn’t help but ask how much it cost. ‘It is not cheap’ was his reply and he hugged me.

‘Not cheap’. I was about to tell him that he could have gotten me this hairdryer that I have been eyeing for a while. One that I could not afford on a maternity leave income. Instead, I stopped myself and let the thought down the drain.

The Morning After

Well, if it’s not cheap then we might as well put it to good use as a prop. And so we did an impromptu photo shoot.

That is the story of my very first Mother’s Day and the first/last of the long-stemmed roses that I will ever receive from my husband.

Happy Mother’s Day again to all the amazing and super Mamas. Until next year!!!

13 thoughts on “Mother’s Day: The Morning After

  1. Mameh, Me love you and Caleb heaps! your 1st Mother’s Day needed to be Espesyal. Hehehe. Me so happy to support you in your journey through motherhood. Mwah! Mwah!

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  2. The journey is never easy and some days you question yourself. Times come when you feel you are at the brink of insanity, the sleepless nights, insecurities driving you at the edge…but despite these ~the warmth, the smell, that feeling of pure unconditional love of this miracle makes it all worth while. And you know, you’ll do everything all over again. ♥️
    You are doing great. Heck, amazing!

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  3. It won’t be the last even if it’s not cheap. He might find ways, maybe grow a rose garden for you to enjoy everyday as a loving mother and as a beautiful wife. 😉

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