Motherhood
I, like many, tend to take a moment near Mother’s Day to reflect upon the people in our lives who made us mamas and I like to thank them appropriately.
I thank my mama from whom I inherited my creativity, my love of books, my distaste for pickles, my charm, my wit and my modesty. My mom and dad made my childhood magical and so full of love. Because of my mother, my biggest dream was to be a stay-at-home mom. I yearned to provide the same creativity and laughter-filled days that my siblings and I experienced so many of.
I thank my husband for knocking me up twice, giving me two beautiful boys. From day one he has shown me the same kind of cherished adoration that my dad always showed my mom. That might be why I fell for him so fast and proposed to him after only six months of dating. We have two boys who remind me every day in different ways of both their daddy and granddaddy, and that is something for which I am endlessly grateful. If my children, nephews and future nieces/nephews are anything like their remarkable grandparents the world will be a brighter place.
And I thank my sons on Mother’s Day and every day for being funny, playful, challenging and loving me despite my constant state of “scrambled brains” and mama imperfections. Not every day is going to be the best day ever. The important thing is that we breathe, regroup, forgive and move forward on a positive path.
Love to all the mamas out there. Moms to fur babies. Moms to photosynthetic plant babies. And moms to people babies from your womb or another. You are doing a good job and I love you!
