By Ashley Werner
"My first Mother's Day ever was six months after my son was born. I was struggling with severe PPD (and even 'severe' is a HUGE understatement). I had lost more than 40 pounds off my pre-pregnancy weight and all of my clothing hung on my skeletal frame. On the morning of Mother's Day, my husband went outside and stuck a package (in an official-looking priority mail envelope) in the front door and rang the doorbell. Inside the envelope was a formal letter of proclamation that I had won the prestigious 'Mother of the Year' award and that the grand prize was a shopping spree for new clothes. It was so well written and orchestrated that I didn't believe he had thought the whole thing up on his own, but he did.
"And, true to his word, the following weekend, he and my infant son took me to the mall for a full day of shopping... they both carefully reviewed each item of clothing I tried on and helped me make decisions without any hint of boredom. It really did make me realize how much my husband loved me for ME, despite my changed appearance and my personal struggles. I give him a lot of credit for my recovery... We are celebrating our 12th anniversary this year!"
— Jana Christian, Ohio