At some point we were all that little, teeny-tiny baby inside of our mother's belly, and I am sure we were already very loved.
Some of us were surprises, others of came after a period of waiting. But I am sure that each one of us was longed for.
I am not a mom yet, so I cannot understand a lot of things my mom-friends say. I don't personally understand the lack of sleep or the cleaning up mess after mess after mess. I hear stories of happy pregnancies and miserable pregnancies, of easy deliveries and rough ones. But in the end, I see every one of my friends has found a new kind of love -- one that didn't exist in her life before.
I realize that not all mothers received their children through pregnancy and delivery. Some receive their long awaited bundle-of-joy through an adoption worker placing that baby in her arms. And really, I don't think it matter how it comes about; a mother is a mother and her love knows no bounds.
My mom is not here anymore and I cannot wish her a Happy Mother's Day this next weekend. But I will celebrate her and the love she gave me. And I will celebrate the other women in my life who stepped to provide that love after my mom no longer could.