I became a mama a week before Mother’s Day, in the US. Except my son was born in the UK, where Mother’s Day had already passed a couple months prior. What a super amazing time to become a mother, right?! I didn’t even know that it was Mother’s Day. In fact, I didn’t even know what day it was because one was rolling in to the next, much like the current pandemic situation. Except the reason then was different. My son was in the NICU, neonatal intensive care unit. He had narrowly survived through his birth. On my first Mother’s Day I’d just been discharged from the hospital, after a shorter stay than my son. As I was boarding the bus to return during visiting hours, my phone buzzed in my pocket; it was a good friend from the US, the first to wish me a ‘Happy Mother’s Day.’ I was taken aback. I didn’t have my baby in my arms, I didn’t know what day it was, but the gesture was sweet and thoughtful. I swallowed hard to fight the tears and flashed a fake smile that she couldn’t see through the phone.