It wasn’t Mother’s Day in the UK, but it was for me. I actually love not competing for restaurant bookings and how all the relevant greeting cards have long disappeared. I love the normalness of the Sunday for everyone swirling around me, but for me feeling so electrified at all my nerve endings.
I love this day because the thing I love most of all is being a mother to Jonah and Simon. And I love having a day to even more cognizantly than usual think about how astounding it feels.
I also love reflecting on my gratitude that also since June 13, 2009, I finally understand the way my mother loves me, Josh and Micah. I like to imagine that every kind of moment I have with my kids, she had and will have with us three.
There is such a peace for me in the way things just go on and on. Somehow. Some way.
I love my boys.
Holy crap I do.