What Mother's Day Means to Me

In my life, every day is Mother's Day. Every day is one that I feel blessed and loved and blissfully enamored with my son. Every day I feel appreciated and needed and wanted by him. I don't need a bouquet of flowers or a box of chocolates to celebrate a Sunday in the middle of May. I have all that I could ever need or want sitting right here on my lap as I type this. He smells of chocolate chips, finger paint, and breastmilk - and intoxicating mixture to this mama. Mother's Day is right now. Mother's Day is tomorrow during our nap while he snuggles up to the breast. Mother's Day is next Tuesday when we play peek-a-boo with the bed sheet that I fold after doing laundry. Mother's Day is any and every day that I get to spend with my family. Mother's Day is a celebration of my son, the one who made me a mother, the one who answered my every prayer by coming into my life increasing its value infinitely as he did. I don't need a calendar to tell me when it is Mother's Day. His smiling face and bed head waking me up every morning tells me that it is.