Thankful that I Am a Mom

When you’re raising kids it is often challenging, heart attack inducing, and filled with lots of laughter. What I remember vividly is the blur of everyday – running to hockey practices, trying to oversee studying for school, planning meals for two boys by the pound – it was truly exhausting. In a weird way I really enjoyed it – the numbing pattern of our lives. It was like being a satellite revolving around the planet that was my children, providing sun, warmth and an occasional lightning bolt of corrective action.

Through the entire process we reassess what our expectations will be for their future, and somewhere along the line we realize we want them happy, fulfilled, and creative. We want them to find someone to love, and who treats them well. We want them to be kind, and to be certain they love animals and old people. We always want their lives to be easier then ours, but we know they won’t listen to our counsel.

Well my boys are everything I ever hoped as a mother. They are smart and kind, and often fearless. They know how to have fun – on a vacation or in a backyard pool. They don’t need a lot of stuff to be happy, but they need people to feel fulfilled. They have a strong sense of dedication to their work, their beliefs, and the people they love. The two boys are very different, but each has a super power to guide their life’s decisions. One is too trusting, one not trusting at all – and oddly it allows them to move more safely through the world. One is introverted and one extroverted, but they understand each other in a way that transcends language – and they are actual better men for having each other in their lives. They have picked women who compliment them and all their quirks – and I happen to love them both. One has now made me a grandmother, and wow – it’s beyond explanation.

Thanks to my sons for making my Mother’s Day so special today. I know I was never perfect – but my love for you always has been absolutely perfect.

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