Thoughts on my first Mother's Day

Today is my first Mother's Day and I have to say it feels a lot less momentous than I expected it to. Yes, Eric, Mica and I have had a nice relaxed day wandering the city and Eric will be cooking a delicious fish dinner for me today, but otherwise it feels much like the other days. Maybe it's that after the shock of welcoming a newborn into our lives there's little that feels new or surprising to me anymore. That is, of course, for the ever changing being sleeping peacefully right now in our bed. I'm totally in love with my little girl. She's soft and warm and her eyes literally sparkle when she smiles. I always thought that was just a figure of speach but now I have learned the truth. Her skin is soft and smooth. Her hands are nimble and always searching. Her little lips are a rosy pink like the porcelain dolls they sell on TV. Although I know it happened and have a physical memory of it, I can not believe that she came out of me. Pregnancy and motherhood feel like two completely separate states of being. Birth is sudden and drastic, like a tornado, and there is only before and after. Although it is often unimaginably hard, I am so glad to be the mother of this wonderful little being. Thank you Eric and thank you Mica.