Nothing I have ever experienced changes a person so completely as that one special moment in which a baby enters the world.
It's a moment that captures your heart so that you can literally hold it in your hand, stare into its eyes and awe and wonder that something so beautiful could not only exist, but have come directly from you. The kind of moment that makes you want to shout with joy and twirl until you're out of breath and dizzy. The kind of moment that makes you yearn to pull it protectively close, wrapped delicately in your fingers like the treasure it is.
And, of course, that tiny miracle changes and grows. And so do you.
Where once you wanted to fight for your right to paaaaar-tay, now you'd settle simply for making a trip to the bathroom without having someone open the door and shout, What are you doin', Mommy? Can I have some paper, too?
Kiss the boo-boos. Rock them to sleep. Brush the hair and pick the outfits. Give the medicine when they're sick. Hold the hands across the street. Sing the songs. Cut the peels off the apples and crusts off the sandwiches.
Oh yeah, and grow the people. Have the people. Feed the people.
Moms are pretty special.
Good thing there's a whole day devoted to celebrating us.