Yesterday was my first Mother's Day. I feel the need to pause and reflect, albeit with my tongue firmly planted in my cheek.
I am the #1 Mom.
The necklace my husband bought me on behalf of my daughter even says so.
All you other #1 Mom's out there can just step aside.
Before you laugh though, consider this. In the eyes of my child, especially now since she's only 8 months and doesn't know the first thing about any of my inadequacies or short-comings, I really am #1 Mom. If she's hungry, tired, irritable, sick, sad, or just in need of a cuddle, I am the person she will turn to first. Sometimes this is at the expense of poor Dad. However, as my husband rightly said, if Eden is going to cling to someone, better it be me than some random stranger or daycare peon.
Let's talk about daycare for a moment, shall we. ;-)
Better yet, let's not. Instead, let us quietly reflect on what we would be giving up if we allowed the state to raise our children. And if, like me, you are #1 Mom in the eyes of your child, then you know what that is.
And besides, when was the last time you saw a necklace that said #1 Daycare Peon?