I will always remember my first Mother’s Day. Not my official first Mother’s day, but the first Mother’s Day I felt like a Mother. I was three weeks away from my due date with Maya and it was my 30th Birthday. As was our family tradition we would have a big breakfast at Grandma’s house with my Aunts and Uncles and Cousins, and nephews. Mother’s Day is the second Sunday in May and so it would fall either on my Birthday or within a few days of it. Our family breakfast would be a combination Birthday breakfast for me and a Mother’s Day breakfast for all of the Mothers in our family. I love looking back at how fresh faced and excited I was. On the threshold of Motherhood, but very much already a devoted Mother to the baby I was carrying….Happy Mother’s Day to all of the Mothers….and expectant Mother’s too!