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My first mother’s day was a lot of pressure on Scott. Pressure that went right to his brain and addled it.
The morning of Mother’s Day in May 2007, I woke up to nothing. Actually, I woke up to Scott rushing out of the house with baby E to get me a card.
I did not take it well.
But the card made me cry especially because Scott put a tiny E footprint on it.
Tiny feet!
We also went out to sushi, I never had to change a diaper, and I never had to buckle my son into the car seat. The latter was especially awesome because the car seat routinely tried to attack me.
I was happy with my Mother’s Day even with the rocky start until Scott got a call from the hospital. He grabbed a pen and something to write on.
I looked over a few minutes later and saw he had written the random name and number ON MY FIRST MOTHER’S DAY CARD.
My sentimental heart was broken. Scott cursed residency, and I cursed him. We had to whisper fight (because the BABY IS SLEEPING), and I harrumphed to bed.
I’m sure people might think: You should just be happy you have a baby to celebrate Mother’s Day.
And those people would be wrong. Because I had waited 28 years to be the center of attention 1 day. Perhaps more to the point, I’d wanted to be a mom more than anything else so celebrating my official mom-ness meant a lot. Oh and I’m a sentimental freak. At one point I had every letter and card that had ever been mailed to me (then hoarders went on TV and made me uncomfortable so they were recycled).
My first card for Mother’s Day was a TREASURE.
My husband acted swiftly and decisively.
He hurried back to the CVS that he’d stopped been at 12 hours ago and bought another card. He glued the identical card over his doctor notes, and quickly pasted the card into the baby book.
And that’s why I’m not the least bit worried about Mother’s Day 2012. Oh, and doing a review post on exactly what I want didn’t hurt either.
