I was thinking today about my best day as a mother and I'm pretty sure it was April 20, 1996. That's the day Colter was born. My love for him then was immediate, intense and pure, in a way it never has been since.
Do I love him more now? Yes, because he's more of a person, so there's more to love. Do I love him intensely? Absolutely, there's no lack of intensity in our house. But purely? Not a chance.
The day he was born (and really there were only hours involved because he emerged around dinnertime), I felt I had succeeded as a parent. And, I was able to give him everything he wanted and needed. There was no frustration or confusion. In the nine years since, I don't think any moment has been as clear or uncomplicated.
I suspect if I asked most any mother to describe the happiest day of her life, she'd pick the day her child was born.
How about you? What was your happiest day? What was your best day as a parent?