Mother’s Day will have come and gone by the time this posts, but the sweetness is worth recalling. I hope it’s also true for you.
I was able to start the day with a Skype session with my daughter, have an in-person lunch with my son and his crew, and end the day with dinner with a beloved cousin who rearranged her trip plans so we could share time together.
All through the day I was aware of how the smallest efforts mean so much, and maybe especially to those who recognize the gift of mothering and being mothered.
Texts and photographs and smiles and kind waitresses and the backstories of double shifts and kids at home and take your time—and knowing those three words are like an I love you to the world.
Flower images from extraordinary people who are not mine to claim, but who were moved to send them my way. The grandness.
Children’s handwriting and how a busy parent had to be patient while that was created…a precious moment.
A toast to the mothers who have gone ahead—and shared between grateful daughters at a leisurely and extraordinarily simple but beautiful reunion—To Life…
That waitress mom who happily took our picture and asked us for a funny pose, too because we all need to laugh more.
Amen, honey.
I know that’s more than seven…at some point, there is no need for numbering…just know.
Oh, here’s a bonus that really captures motherhood/busyhood to me. I wore black slacks yesterday…I thought. After lunch, I realized they were navy. Left them on anyway. The world spun on regardless. 😆
May all your clothes and shoes match this week, but if they don’t, you’re “up and at ‘em” and all is well. 💙
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agnestirrito 