When I first found I was going to become a mother, it wasn’t my freedom or independence I was afraid of losing... I was terrified of not being good enough, not being able to love enough. Funny, as I think about this today, I remember the exact moment these fears vanished for me.

At six weeks, I was told the chances of having my baby were pretty slim... too many complications. At first, I made sense of that... I guessed the timing wasn’t right. Until one day, after what seemed like an eternity of waiting rooms and bedrest, in my doctor’s office change room, I looked up and met my eyes in the mirror. Out of nowhere, I began to sob uncontrollably. Suddenly nothing else mattered... I felt an indescribable connection. I became a mother that day.

Today, my baby is “almost twenty-one” years old. From the first pair of Baby Gap socks I ever put on her cute little feet to her Cinderella slippers, I can still hear clicking down the hallway, from walks to school with all her friends and early morning figure skating lessons, to a house full of sleepovers...

I have enjoyed every single minute. And yes, it can be exhausting and I don’t always know all the answers. What used to be simple questions have recently become more complex. Like how much allowance is the right amount or haven’t I given it to you already or is the hair colour kit included in the allowance? or how many times should a forgotten lunch be dropped off during a hectic workday, or is it normal for teenagers to want to crawl into my bed to watch movies or have Slurpees on the couch? Whatever feels right, is my answer. In the end, the only thing that matters is that I take in every moment... I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

just in time for Mother‘s Day, our beautiful breakfast line-up. French toast, drizzled with orange and cinnamon and drowning in rhubarb and maple. crispy, light... lovely! And salty prosciutto wrapped eggs with yolks that look like sunshine. Yum!

To be a mother is the greatest gift. And whether you wake up mother’s day morning with someone there to make your breakfast, or you decide to have a breakfast party with friends... make it a celebration, a beautiful Mother’s Day celebration.

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