Mother's Day, for me, isn't about the flowers, candy, gifts or cards, but it's about the day that I joined the ranks of every woman in time who plunged completely into a new calling in life--motherhood. Any mom will tell you that one of the silliest questions one can ask them is, "Do you remember the moment you became a mother for the first time?"

I remember clearly. Vividly. It will remain etched in my heart and memory until the day my soul leaves this world. I don't remember the day I gave birth to my daughter only because of the pain of labor, although there was plenty of that, but also because it was a wondrous, spiritual experience. That day, almost five years ago, I participated in the miracle of bringing forth new life from my body and beheld a single precious moment in which I fully understood the complexities of the sacred feminine.

My daughter came into the world at 1:02 p.m. on May 24, 2006 weighing 7 pounds 10.8 ounces at 19.5 inches long after an intensive labor, near-dry birth and a close call with cardiac arrest. She entered my life and my heart, changing everything forever with her much-anticipated arrival.

I remember a flurry of activity just after delivery and being surrounded by overjoyed loved ones. I could barely lift my arms; I was so weak. After my baby was cleaned up and her vitals checked, I made the doctor hand her to me. She fit perfectly between my chest and shoulder, and I totally forgot my failing arms.

I needed a private moment, so shooing everyone from the room, I took my time to study my daughter alone. Ten toes, check. Ten fingers, check. Perfect proportions, spiky tufts of silky black hair, tiny pursed lips. Pink and soft and healthy. Adoration. I was overwhelmed with love and infatuated like a lovesick teenager. It was the most momentous day of my life.

May 24, 2006. I will always remember it well.

Moms, we want to hear about the beautiful day you became a mom for the first time. Please share your story in the comments section!