Yesterday was Mother’s Day in France. They call it, Fête des meres. I personally prefer having Mother’s Day celebration on this date because it is in France that I became a mother.

Pastel pink Ladurée box, with the rest of hubby’s pasalubong from business trip in France

All the goodness inside the pink pastel Ladurée box, waiting to be experienced

My friends in France sent me these everything home-made pasalubong: Elderberry syrup, chocolate chip cookies and some paté

At my daughter’s first ever school fair

My daughter made a cute picture frame and this lovely card with her handwriting for their Mother’s Day school project

Being a mother is one of the toughest jobs I have ever experienced in my life, especially since I was a hands-on mom for three years. Those exclusive years with my daughter will always be special and memorable. It was during those times that I got to know myself more through the eyes of another human being.

At first, being a mom seemed like a role-play activity to me. But the routine and the habits slowly became part of me. There’s no escaping the fact anymore that I will always be a mother now. It’s something I cannot quit from or take a break from. It’s kind of unnerving sometimes when you think about it. But I’d like to think that I am a better person because of it. And I’d always, always be grateful for this very, very special experience.