Watching Coco with Uncle Max, and she is beyond triumphant. She’s been working forever to get him to cuddle. It’s been a long term campaign. When she started he kept pillows stacked between them. I’m always telling her to move over, you’re irritating Uncle Max. The look on her face is totally, see, I won! #hisownlittletouchthearapist#thisgirlisabulldog#movietime
Happy Mother’s Day to all the mommies, from the ones I took care of on Mother’s Day who are just starting out, to those of us who are a little further along on our journey. Most especially to all of us who no longer have our mothers.
On Mother’s Day I always feel an odd dichotomy between the celebration of being a mother and the sadness of being a motherless daughter. At the top of my list of impossible wishes would be just one day spent with my mother and the grandchildren she never knew.
One of the many joys of mothering has been seeing glimpses of my mother occasionally reflected in a word they use, a passing facial expression, or attitude. She’s been gone since I was 15, but still shaped me into who I am so strongly that I see her influence in my own children.
And hearing my grandchildren sing songs my mother sang to me....one of life’s magic moments. #ourmothersliveoninus#wheremystorybegan #iseethemoon #marysunshine