Although I'd be lying if I said my perspective hadn't changed in the past year.
I'm not going to say that "you never understand what it's like to be a mom until you are a mom" because some people might find that offensive. Two years ago, I would've argued that I appreciated my mom just as much as anyone with kids. How dare someone suggest otherwise, right? But once you become a mom yourself, it does make a difference.
Last year, I was only about three weeks into motherhood when Mother's Day rolled around. And while it was special, I still had no idea what I'd really gotten myself into. I was so sleep deprived you could've told me the Easter bunny was making dinner and I would've said great, make me a plate. A year later, I have a better understanding of what it takes to be a mom and in turn, appreciate mine that much more.
Because just like I have struggles with E, she had them with me. I look back at myself walking in circles trying to calm a crying baby and know that she experienced it firsthand. I remember the initial frustration I felt with breastfeeding and know I wasn't alone. I think of all the times I held E sleeping in my arms, counting my blessings and know she looked at me the same way. I appreciate how much she did for me - the long nights, the diaper changes, the feedings, helping me learn to walk and talk and sing songs. I know now that it wasn't always easy and she did it anyway and loved me in a way that I didn't fully understand. We share unconditional love between us, but a child's love for a parent is different than a parent's love for a child. I get it now.
Thirty years after being born, I'm able to relate to my mom in an entirely new way. Going through childbirth and the ups and downs of raising a child - those are experiences that we'll share forever.
I could ramble on and on and I'm not sure I'd make any more sense than I'm making now (am I making sense? I've read this several times through, but I'm still not sure. Putting how much you love your mom into words is tough). All I know is that I love my mom. I appreciate my mom. And I will forever be grateful that she showed me the way during my first year of motherhood.
She may be a Mimi now, but she will always be Mom to me.
I love you, mom!