First American Mother’s Day

I gave birth to my second child an hour before Mother’s Day, four months after my move from Paris to California.

“Another hour and your baby would have been a perfect Mother’s Day gift,” said the nurse.
But my daughter was impatient, and it took her only a few minutes to travel from the dark cocoon of my womb to the brightly lit American world.
I hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast and was starving. A vision of a delicious tray came to my mind and made my mouth water. A warm vegetable soup, then a fresh tomato and mozzarella salad, a piece of crusty baguette and a slice of creamy camembert and to end on a sweet note a mousse au chocolat would be perfect. I envisioned a sparkling Perrier with a zest of lemon to quench my thirst. After all, a year before, I had delivered my first child in Paris and the service had been close to the prestations of a Relais Château.
“You must be hungry,” the nurse said, reading my mind. “The kitchens are closed now. Let me see what I can do.”
She returned with a huge grin. “I found something for you!” She handed me a can of freezing cold Coca-Cola.
Even though the Coca-Cola didn’t taste like the champagne French people uncork under similar circumstances, it was cold and sparkling, and that’s how my husband and I toasted our first American-born child.
This is also how I spent my first American Mother’s Day in the company of my satiated baby and my roaring stomach.

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As I am ready to visit my daughter on her birthday, I am remembering this special day when I welcomed my first American-born child and celebrated my first American Mother’s Day.

Happy Mother’s Day to each and every mother who is stopping by to read this post. May this day be filled with simple moments of joy and peace.

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