I never imagined Mother’s Day would become a defining moment, but life has a way of surprising us.
Nearly a year ago, my daughter Lily was born—beautiful, lively, and wonderfully stubborn. Motherhood swept me up in an exhausting yet joyful whirlwind of sleepless nights and boundless love. As my first Mother’s Day approached, I naively hoped for even the smallest acknowledgment.
One evening, I overheard my husband, Ryan, discussing Mother’s Day plans with my mother-in-law, Donna. “Let’s go to your favorite Italian restaurant,” he suggested. “They have that special menu you enjoyed last year.”
Donna nodded approvingly. Feeling hopeful, I chimed in gently, “Maybe we could do brunch instead? It’s earlier, easier for Lily—and it is my first Mother’s Day.” Read more below
