Now that I am a mom I understand why my mom cherished all the small details when I was a kid. I remember great things related to Mother’s Day that always bring smiles to my face. So here I will share some memories and thoughts that might or might not touch your heart…

WHERE IS MY GIFT? I was told that one mother’s day celebration all my family got together, I was 3. Everyone very happy and excited exchanging gift for all the moms present. My grandma, mom, aunts, … me there, 3 year old, watching the gift openings… when It was done… with a tear in my face, looking that there were no more gifts I asked… “WHERE’S MY GIFT?” I could barely speak by then (I was a late speaker)… Who could stand that beautiful and disappointed face? Then one of my aunts went to her room, picked a piece of jewelry (a cameo) and wrapped it really fast for me… I WAS THE HAPPIEST BABY IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD!

LAS MADRES SELVAS… “Las Madres Selvas” is the name of a flower and there is a song that I learned and always sang to my mom on Mother’s Day as long as I can remember… so here it is… You can translate it if you want… :)

Las Madres Selvas, son unas flores, que simbolizan, nuestros amores. Nuestros amores, en este dia, son de las madres, dulce alegria.

It always made my mom cry! and back then, I couldn’t understand why!

SPA AND BREAKFAST AT HOME… When I was 7 my brother and I decided to celebrate mother’s day in a special way for my mom. Ever since it became a ritual in my family. We cooked for her… a HUGE scrambled eggs.. with 5 eggs and pieces of shell included (eww) with burned bacon strips (like a whole package), a HUGE orange juice (yeah… one of those free cups from the fast foods that you can keep) and burned toasts… 3 slices of bread… Apparently we wanted to make sure that my mom knew how MUCH we loved her… After breakfast, I would apply a mud mask and then put makeup on her… of course she looked like a clown afterwards.. but she let me be and enjoyed it! Ever since, we did the same and now that I have a family on my own, I can say I miss that!

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY! My first mother’s day wasn’t as I expected. Why? Because I consider my first mother’s day when I was still pregnant. I consider someone who has not yet given birth to be a mom, because what makes you a mom is not giving birth, but all the love you give to that special being. That’s why many people say, “A mom is not who gave birth to you but the one who raised and took care of you”. And I totally agree. But many people didn’t agree but my husband and my parents in laws.  Of course, I was disappointed but I was grateful that someone recognized it. I have friends and family who have lost babies and never gave birth to them. Aren’t they considered moms? OFCOURSE THEY ARE! So I will always celebrate and congratulate a first time pregnant mom, like I would’ve like people to congratulate me. 

MOMMY I AM A MOMMY! I can’t say enough how important was for me that my mom was there when I gave birth. She was there all the time, holding my hand and kissing my forehead. I can’t imagine how she felt watching her daughter giving birth. But in the middle of all he excitement, the moment the doctor put my baby in my tummy all I could do is cry and look at my mom and say “MOMMY! I AM A MOMMY!” and repeat it like crazy… That’s definitely something I will remember!

Now that I am a mom, I understand many things from the past and cherish the present. Being a parent, period, is one of the most gratifying experience ever. That little thing, that eventually grows, trust you with all their being. They can hold your head and say I love you without worrying to be judged. And even though my great grandma said “Each son or daughter is a suffering”, I can’t agree with it literally, but I can understand what she meant. We love them so, that we never stop worrying about them. We take our jackets to keep them warm. We give them our food if they are hungry. We kiss them good night every night and make sure they are comfortable. We break nights and nights when they are sick. We try to make every single experience they have the most incredible one, so they can remember it for the rest of their lives. We dry their tears and say things we sometimes don’t even believe in, just to make them feel better. We teach them about right and wrong to make sure they can build a wonderful life for themselves and when we see they are not, we make sure we sweep the way in front of them so they can keep going on. We celebrate every single achievement and cheer every moment, even when they fall from the bicycle! All I can say is that whenever you get mad at your mom (we all do), remember those little things that you now do for your kids… You learned them from someone … YOUR SUPER MOM!

I love you mom and I want you to know that I love you, I admire you, I respect you, I miss you and I appreciate that you’ve always being there every step of the way. That I know you are and I know you always will be. And now that I am a mom, I know I am doing a good job when I see my son’s eyes when he holds my face to say… “I LOVE YOU MOM! YOU ARE THE BESTEST OF ALL!”

And here is my first picture… WITH MY MOM!