I Cried at Breakfast

So apparently I’m one of those moms who cries at Mother’s Day cards. Who knew?

I Cried at Breakfast

Marcus surprised me this morning with pancakes and a handmade card “from Sophie.” I say handmade but let’s be real - it’s construction paper with Marcus’s handwriting saying “Happy First Mother’s Day Mommy” with Sophie’s tiny handprint in purple paint. I lost it completely. Just sat there crying into my pancakes while Sophie threw Cheerios and looked at me like I’d lost my mind.

I keep staring at this card and thinking about how a year ago I was cramming for nursing school finals, and now I’m someone’s mom. Like, an actual human being calls me Mama and depends on me for everything. It’s the most terrifying, wonderful thing that’s ever happened to me.

Marcus keeps saying he’s proud of me, and I don’t know what I did to deserve either of them. But I’m keeping this card forever. Even if it does smell faintly like baby food and tears.