A Post-Mother's Day Reflection

I’ve been trying to blur the lines between us since you were born.

Mother’s Day was yesterday in the USA. This day is not as simple as roses and chocolates. It’s not hallmark cards or fancy coffees. It’s sometimes not happy either. It can be downright devastating.

Mother’s Day is everything and nothing.

Motherhood is so much explosive love in a sea of loss: lost time, lost sleep, lost self.

Mother’s Day reminds us of those who were stripped of motherhood too soon, those who never had a mother, and those who want desperately to be mothers. We think also of those mothers sitting in quiet houses, longing to hear squeals of childish delight again.

We mothers form our children, who then form the world. What a terribly important and difficult job.

I always question my worthiness, as I must never cease to be worthy of the name “Momma.”

Hide and Seek

“Hide and seek”

Almost three. I love this age. It’s a season of unbridled creativity, a time of endless questions, a period of non-stop silliness.

Miles wants to help with everything, or do it himself, which leads to a learning experience (aka giant fun mess.)

Sometimes he crawls into our bed at 5 am, puts his arm around my head, and strokes my hair, humming “twinkle twinkle little star.”

He often tells me “I’m so glad you’re here with me, Momma.”

Some days he even says, “Momma, you’re my best friend.” Other days it’s Dad. And recently, his best friend is Fig from Tumble Leaf.

He is magic, and he is my firstborn. I can’t believe I’m entrusted with his sweet spirit for the time being.

Parents, what is your favorite season of childhood so far?

💚Ali