I won’t be joining Christy Turlington Burns in her attempt to shut down Mother’s Day this year. I get that she’s trying to come from a good place with the message, to support her “Every Mother Counts” campaign, but I think it’s slightly misdirected.
Surely there are other ways to bring awareness to the 360,000 women who die each year from pregnancy or childbirth-related problems than silencing moms on Mother’s Day. I don’t care how many celebrities appeared in her video to support the campaign, I'm celebrating Mother's Day out loud.
I think I've earned that right. And, really, it's more of an excuse to celebrate my greatest achievement as a mom: him. Here's why I will wear that badge loud and proud on Sunday:
- My son calls me “mom,” “mommy” and “mama.” But I love it when he calls me “babe.”
- Preston is always up for snuggling in bed and watching a movie—there’s nothing I’d rather do after an exhausting day of work than cuddle with my boy.
- When I say, “I love you,” I always get an “I love you” back. Unconditionally.
- When I sneeze, he says: “God bless you, Mommy!” When I yawn, he asks: “Why are you tired, Mama?” When I cry, he says: “Don’t cry, Mommy.”
- He never asks for anything more than my attention. (And sometimes ice cream.)
- He always says “please” and “thank you.” “Sorry” and “excuse me.” Always unprompted.
- Ever since he was an infant he’s loved playing with letters, and spelling words. And reading books. (This justifies the amount of TV he watches.)
- Preston wakes up happy, even—and especially—on school days.
- He loves learning. He’s inquisitive. He listens when I explain things. If I correct something he says, he genuinely wants to get it right and will keep saying it until he does.
- No matter how long the day is, how hard things get, how uncertain I may be sometimes…one look at that face and everything makes sense.