Our First Mother's Day | Personal Blog

Mother's Day. It's a special day that we celebrate some of the most important people in our lives. Or a day the most important people celebrate us. The lead up to my very first Mother's Day has been, difficult to say the least.

On the 25th of February, my husband was admitted to the hospital for a chronic health condition. We didn't know the severity until we got told there was a possibility of surgery if his current treatment failed. It is another blow in a long list of punches life has recently made towards our family.

My Husband and Daughter during a hospital visit.

I was juggling looking after my daughter's needs and my husband's needs. I was choosing between going home from the hospital to settle our ten-month-old baby or staying by my husband as long as I could, waiting for news on his progress. I was forced to choose between my daughter and my husband. I was forced to pick between one family member or another. I would of rather picked a limb to lose than having to pick between them.

Family is a wonderful thing when it steps up. And ours did, in the form of my sister-in-law Anna. She flew all the way to Scotland from Alabama to assist in my husband's recovery and to keep me grounded. She did this, leaving her husband and her two baby boys at home. I am beyond grateful. Anna is not a "crystal girl" as she puts it, but she walked into our house and said I needed some crystals and sage to bring a more positive energy into the house. She was right. There was a lot of hurt in the house just now. Not just from my husband's energy being absent. Hurts happened when they shouldn't have. Words said and letdowns at a time of anxiety happened when they shouldn't have. And I know I will never heal from them. But crystals and sage sound like a good place to start.

My Husband and my sister-in-law at the hospital.

My home is scattered with the mess that was my past life before our daughter was born. The hopes of building a business around my family. A business I have to put on pause right as I'm about to push for Mother's Day sales, because my family needs me. Because that's what being a parent and partner is. It's sacrificing one's hopes and desires for the greater whole. It's juggling and prioritising the most important people in our lives.

My first Mother's Day has been filled with stress, anxiety, hurt and letdowns. And I would do it all over again because that's what being her mum is. That's what being his wife is. There is always next year's sales. For now, I wish all us mums out there who have sacrificed themselves for their families a happy Mother's Day.