Braden crawled into bed with me this morning, "Happy mother's day Mama" he whispered. I held him close. I said "Do you know who made me a mother?" "No" he replied. "You did... you made me a mother." He smiled, but I don't think he really understood. To him I always have and always will be mom. To think/understand that I was somebody or something else before he came along is quite improbable at this age. I understand that. But I just wanted him to know.
He made me a mama.... maybe that is why the first is always a bit more special.... just a bit!