First Mother's Day

So apparently Mother’s Day hits different when you’re actually a mom. Who knew?

First Mother’s Day

Marcus woke up early to make pancakes while Sophie “helped” by throwing Cheerios from her high chair and babbling what I’m choosing to interpret as cooking advice. The whole scene was so perfectly chaotic and sweet that I had to document it, even in my pajamas with yesterday’s mascara under my eyes.

Then he handed me a card “from Sophie” (in his handwriting, obviously) that said “Happy First Mother’s Day Mommy” and I completely lost it. Cried right into my pancakes like the hormonal mess I apparently still am ten months postpartum. Sophie just stared at me like I was the entertainment, which honestly, fair.

This nursing student turned new mom thing is still so surreal. A year ago I was cramming for finals and now I’m crying over breakfast cards from a baby who can’t even hold a crayon yet. But honestly? Best Mother’s Day ever.