In the heart of Mother’s Day, I am posting in honor of my kids. Well, you can’t really call them “kids” anymore (one is well passed adult age and the other is cruising upon it), but they will forever be my babies. Motherhood is by far the most wonderful, intense, frustrating, joyous experience of my life, starting for me when I was barely out of kid-dome myself. Being wife and mother all these years has me a little nervous as I approach the next phase of life when my independent sons don’t need Mom so much anymore. Then I remind myself: they just don’t need Mom in the same way. They don’t need me to remind them to brush their teeth or go to bed or be their chauffeur, but they still need my votes of confidence, my “I love you infinity’s”, and my swift kicks in their proverbial butts when they’ve momentarily lost their marbles, because Mom is still older and wiser and loves them more than anyone else in the world possibly could (okay, except maybe Dad ;-)).
So, to my oldest boy, fair as the sun, strong as a bull, kindhearted, and lovable as a puppy, I’m oh-so proud of you. You are my light, my heart.
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO ALL THE MOTHERS, GRANDMOTHERS, GODMOTHERS, AUNTIES, CARETAKERS, OR ANYONE WHO HAS LOVED A CHILD!