You’re probably wondering how the mother of one 15 month old can claim that this is her Fourth Mother’s Day. It’s really quite simple. Mother’s Day in USA is in May, whereas in Thailand it falls on August 12. So, I get the royal treatment twice a year.

My First Mother’s Day (May 2007) was just a few days after my precious Samantha’s birth. I spent it at home in bed recovery from my c-section. It was the first time that I had ever wanted to go out and hear someone say “Happy Mother’s Day” or see a Mum get flowers from her kids. Those of you dealing with IF will know what I’m talking about…

My second mother’s day (August 2007), Samantha was 3 months old, and my family at City Gate Church here in Chiang Mai celebrated with me big time. They knew our story and it was so special to stand up front of the church with Samantha. Someone put a flower in Sam’s hand, and then (with lots of help) she pinned to my shirt.

My Third Mother’s Day (May 2008) I just had that special feeling. It was nice to get letters and e-cards from friends. It was also fun to be able to finally celebrate with friends without that sick, longing, jealous feeling in my stomach.

Today was my Fourth Mother’s Day. The church celebrated on Sunday with the usual flowers and a special meal. But Samantha was sick, so Sean and her were at home. That’s fine. As I stood there, I remembered by friends who are still waiting for their miracles. I have to remember, because I never want to forget the amazing gift that I have. And I never want to be cold or clueless in relating to my Ladies in Waiting. I love you! I pray you will meet your miracle soon, and that while you wait, you’ll feel the hand of the Father on you. Not one tear that you cry falls to the ground. He catches them in His hand. The one that has your name engraved on it!

So, today, I had planned to take Samantha to the indoor playground (it’s wet season, so can’t play outside), but then Sean decided that I should have a day by myself. So, he sent me off for a massage and ‘me time’. He had his work cut out for him. Samantha is a bundle of energy, and she kept him on the run. But, Daddy always has something fun up his sleeve, so he survived. Me, well, I had a wonderful time – getting some business done, and then going for a much needed, heavenly 2 hour massage. One thing I did find funny at the shopping centre today. They had a whole “Super Mum” competition, with all sorts of activities for kids and parents. There was even a crawling baby contest. Samantha would have kicked butt!