Happy Mother’s Day! The thing I love about Mother’s Day is that it really is (or should be) for everyone. Everyone had a mother. Everyone knows an awesome mother (or two or twelve). Today I celebrate the great moms in my life as well as the kids who made me a mom, and that is just plain cool.
As I said to Chickadee this morning—after I put sunscreen on her back and then she began to cover my back—“You are so helpful. How did I ever manage before you came along?”
And she replied, “You didn’t. There was nothing before me, clearly.”
I’ve had a lovely breakfast, sparkly trinkets, and even a dip in the pool. We’ve talked to all of the grandmothers on the phone. I’ve gotten hugs and kisses from warm, chlorinated children and that awesome guy I married. Today, I am full.
I wish all of this for you, too.