At 34 weeks pregnant, I didn’t have big plans for Mother’s Day. Part of me didn’t feel like I should … because technically speaking, I’m a mom-to-be … not a mom. But my thoughtful husband snuck out early Sunday morning to surprise me with coffee and doughnuts in bed, just what this pregnant lady wanted.
We had actually talked beforehand about whether this Mother’s Day “counted” for me, and he was adamant that it did. He said, “You’ve been carrying and caring for Birdie for eight months, so why wouldn’t we celebrate that?”
I spent a good part of the day running errands, which meant I got to hear other people’s thoughts on the subject, too. At one shop, the cashier wished me a “happy almost Mother’s Day.” At another, someone said, “I know it’s not official, but happy Mother’s Day.” It was kind of funny seeing how different folks phrased it, like I deserved some sort of acknowledgement but there was still an obvious degree of hesitation or uncertainty.
Even though I didn’t feel like I should go all out with the mom festivities, the more the day went on, the more I thought: Why not? We should celebrate all kinds of mamas! The ones who carry their little ones in their arms, in their bellies or in their hearts. The women in your life who birthed you, raised you, nurtured you and pulled you toward the light. There are so many forms of mothering, and they are all beautiful and valuable and worth honoring … on this holiday and every other day.
So if you’re a mama—of any kind—if you’re trying to conceive, if you’ve had a miscarriage, if you’re expecting, if you’re filling out adoption paperwork, if you foster children in your home, if you’ve had a hand in shaping some part of someone’s life, if you’ve birthed a babe or you haven’t, I just want to tell you that you are amazing, and I hope you had a very happy Mother’s Day, no extra qualifications needed.