This is a sponsored post on behalf of Gymboree. All opinions are my own.
Mother’s Day is always a very special day for me. In my early twenties I was told by specialist doctors that I was infertile and that it would be a near miracle if I was able to have a baby one day. It would most certainly require IVF, and I would have to stop at one because my body would never be able to survive more than one. I was advised that surrogacy may be my best option, but if I was determined to try for myself, I should have my affairs in order.
For many years, I dealt with the pain of watching my closest friends and family members having babies. I was so very happy for them, but I was also terribly jealous of their good fortune. I had been taking fertility treatments for a couple of years with no luck, and I had finally resigned myself to the truth of what the doctors had told me. I had accepted my fate and had decided that I would try and adopt a child.
Lo and behold, it was just as I gave up completely that I found that I fell pregnant on my own. It was completely unexpected. I was gobsmacked when I saw the second line on the test, and I screamed out in terror and elation. And while those nine months were hard on me, both mentally and physically, by the end of it I had myself the most perfect baby boy.
Over the next couple of years, I had two more perfect little boys. My three kids are my entire world. They give me life, just as I gave them life. Their smiles can melt my heart and remind me that no matter what life throws at me, they are there to lift me up and remind me that there is EVERYTHING to fight for.
After three boys, my husband and I knew that we were done having babies. As much as I adore my kids, my body had been through a lot, and it was time to quit while we were ahead. But lo and behold, fate so often has other plans, and in our case, it turned out we weren’t quite as done as we’d thought!
Just a couple of weeks ago, in a fit of inspiration, I took a pregnancy test. As I suspected, a second line turned up bright and cheerful in the little window. We are having another beautiful baby to add to our brood.
This Mother’s Day will be extra special because I’ll be holding inside of me another new life. This time next year, he or she will be bouncing on my knee as three big brothers love and protect them.
The boys have already decided on names. For a girl, which is their suspicion and their preference, they want to call her “Love.” I can’t think of a more perfect name for a girl coming into our family. For a boy, they are slightly less on point, as they want to name him “Racecar.” I’m not sure that’ll stick, but they are very excited nonetheless.
Over the last week, they have been trying to prove to me what great big brothers they will be (as if I had any doubts!). They have been taking it upon themselves to get dressed for school without being asked, to get their own breakfasts (because they know that mommy has some aversions to certain smells these days) and to clean up the little messes they make. My six year old son keeps telling me that when the baby comes, he is going to give up watching Youtube (his favorite activity) and instead will learn how to change a diaper.
All of these beautiful sentiments from my kids remind me that life is made up of so many wonderful little moments. While I consider my children’s birth days the best days of my life, I have to admit that there are some truly amazing days that we have had together as one big happy family. I could not feel luckier to have these kids in my life, and I wouldn’t trade them for ANYTHING. I know that the new baby will add a new dimension into our family life that we could not even try to guess at. But our new normal will be worth every bit of morning sickness, every inch of discomfort and every night I spend awake and exhausted as he or she grows.
Most days I look at my beautiful boys and think to myself, “How did I get so lucky as to have these completely adorable kids in my life?” And then I take a second look and think, “Why do they always look like little ragamuffins?” It seems like they’re always in need of a good scrub, a decent haircut and a new outfit. I always have to wonder if people are judging me as a mom when they see the holes in their pants, their dirty little faces and their scraped knees. But then I realize that they are kids. They are having fun, as little kids should. Running, jumping, climbing trees – it’s in their DNA, and they adore it.
Thankfully, Gymboree makes it easy to find seriously adorable clothing that is fairly durable and makes my kids happy. Whether they want to dress up or dress down, there is something for every occasion.
I know that my boys are the best of friends, and I have no doubt that the new baby will fit into their little society perfectly. A baby could not ask for better big brothers to love and adore them.
What is YOUR #OneBigHappy Mother’s Day moment? What outfits would you choose to help your family celebrate? Leave a comment with some of your favorite Gymboree clothing!