Mother's Day

I remember my first Mother's Day as a mom....I eagerly anticipated the day and expected to sleep in until noon and wake up to breakfast in bed, folded laundry and a sparkling house while trumpets played and fireworks were shot off....and then I woke up at the crack of dawn and was flung right back into reality and realized that Mother's Day was actually another day of being a mom. Just because it was mothers day did not mean that the baby did not need to be fed or changed and the laundry and house certainly did not magically clean itself. Today is my sixth Mothers Day and while I still have not heard trumpets play or seen a magical firework show...and while my duties as a mom still have not been put on hold for even so much as a second...I celebrate the fact that two special little girls make me a mom in the first place. I remember that without them I wouldn't even have a day and I am thankful today and everyday for the chance to just be there mom. Being a mom is the hardest job that anyone could ever have, but it pays in kisses and hugs. When I look into my children's faces (mostly when they are QUIETLY asleep) I can't help but feel like this is the ultimate reward and every day is really Mother's Day when you are thankful to be a mom.