My first Mother's Day...

was nice.

Max got me a beautiful pendant with his name and his birthstone along with some delectable See's candies (my favorite). We went out to brunch and had a nice time.

I've been thinking all day about what I could write for my first mother's day entry. It's now almost 8pm, and I still don't know what deep and profound thing I could say that I have not said before. Max is my life, something I did not know until he was born. It's amazing how aimless you can wander your whole life, not knowing what you are meant to do, and then finally have the moment of clarity where you finally just know.

Of course I have other things I want to do--write and teach--but everything seems--no, is--trivial in comparison to teaching my son everything I want to teach him, doing everything I need to do in order for him to really, truly know how much I love him.

And I think he does know how much his momma loves him. I know he's not even a year old, but I think he would willingly choose to hang out with me if given a choice. Given the alternative (hanging out with either da-da or the doggers), I think I would be the more appealing choice. Duh.

In all seriousness, Max has offered me a new beginning and a new opportunity to enjoy life.

And I'm gonna take it and run.