This mother’s day, I’m celebrating it as a new mom to our 11 month old son. Long before our little “chickadee” was born however, I was P’s mom for 8 very short, but wonderful years.
Before P came home, my husband and I would excitedly go to Walmart to shop for P’s “nursery” – a comfy bed, a soft blanket, lots of toys… and more toys.
From the moment P came home, we cuddled with him often from the time he was a wee pup to the time he was an old man. He was never far from our arms.
I watched him blossom from a shy little puppy who shadowed us everywhere at the dog park to a confident young man who later ran off to explore his world as soon as his paws were out of the car.
He loved life and its many joys.
He was the joy of my life.
Although he got older and grayer each year, he remained my baby boy always.
He was my first child. And I was lucky enough to be his mom.
So this mother’s day, I wanted to extend the celebration to everyone and anyone who’s cared for another being like their own child. Mother’s day is a celebration of love in whichever form you find it.
Thank you P for letting me be your mom. I miss you little one, and will love you always.
