May 8, 2011
From my birth until 2001, I only thought of Mothers’ Day from the perspective of a daughter.
From 2002-2008, Mothers’ Day primarily called attention to my status as a non-mother.
In 2009, I was a hopeful almost-mother, toward the end of my first trimester with Burrito and Tamale.
Last year, I celebrated the day with my babies, and I sent the appropriate greetings to my mother, grandmother, MILs, grand-MILs, et al.
This year, I celebrated the day with my toddlers, and only almost burst out crying once when I thought of my own mother being gone.
At the time, I had no idea that 2010 would be the only Mothers’ Day of my life that I’d both be a mother and have a mother.
At least it happened once.