Happy Mother’s Day!
No amount of flowers, breakfasts in bed, swell bottles, coffee mugs, massage gift certificates, small boxes of jewelry, tote bags, books or any other thing can adequately represent your people’s love for you. No amount of homemade cards, no amount of popsicle stick picture frames, no amount of text messages could come close to acknowledging the depth of their gratitude. No amount of picture memories shared on social media could even scrape the surface of the impact you are having on their lives each and every second of each and every minute of each and every hour of each and every day. Nope. Whatever they did to acknowledge and celebrate Mother’s Day, however they recognized you today, just know what they really wanted you to have is EVERYTHING under the sun, whenever you want it, forever.
This mothering, this is hard stuff. From the very first minutes of it - growing that tiny embryo into a bigger one and then bringing it into the world and every breath since - it’s not easy. It’s the toughest job you’ll ever love. It’s the Army of family work. It’s endless and hard and scary and terrifying and so rewarding and gratifying. And endless. Did I mention endless? ENDLESS.
You’re doing a great job. Just keep going.