Ever since I started thinking about having children I knew I would be sad if I never had a girl. I have such great memories of growing up and hanging out with my mom and my grandma, going to the mall and shopping the sales racks, drinking an Orange Julius while my dad and my brother went to watch football games, coming home to pop popcorn and play Skip-Bo, or drink some coffee while we put on a fashion show. I loved being a daughter, and I wanted to have a daughter of my own.
But other people's predictions had me thinking of Ol' Wiggly as a boy, so when we found out at the 20 week ultrasound that Lucy was going to be a girl, I was overwhelmed. I cried in the car. I was scared, and feeling lucky. Surprised, but not disappointed.
I used to say that when I grew up I wanted to have a license plate that said "Shopper 3"--number 1 was my grandma, number 2 was my mom, and number 3 was me. In the months before Lucy was born when my grandma was getting sicker, she told me to hurry up and tell Shopper 4 to get out here so she could give her a dollar and tell her to go buy something.
Today is my first Mother's Day as a mother, and my mom's first Mother's day without a mother. My desire to be somebody's mama was and is so tied to the relationship I have with my own mama, to how much joy and love she brings to the job. I am so glad to be a part of this line of women.
Happy Mother's Day, mom!
