I find myself sitting in front of the computer, wanting to write something eloquent about motherhood and all it means to me and all of the mothers who have touched my life in addition to my own wonderful mother. But I'm almost too tired to think (I'm counting the days until Spencer gets home on Wednesday). I suppose there is a kind of eloquence in the exhaustion that comes from caring for young children.
So it may not be very eloquent, but it is certainly sincere. I am so thankful for my mother and for all that she has done and does do for me. I am thankful for my two splendid mothers-in-law and for the man who brought them into my life. And of course I'm thankful for the two little boys who call me "Mama" and who break my heart every day--it's bursting with love for them.
It was a beautiful, sunny day so I took the boys to Kings Park to have a walk. Peter's Smile For The Camera Face has improved considerably. I kind of miss the scrunched up face, but now we can see his beautiful eyes.
Eliot took off his shoes to do some yoga with his scooter. I asked him if they'd been teaching him yoga at school and he said, "No Mama, you taught me." I'd forgotten, but he hadn't.
I love my sweet boys so much. They made it a very happy Mother's Day indeed.