I hope all the Moms out there had a wonderful day. I did. We celebrated with brunch at my daughter's. (Since I'm the honoree, I got the bring home the leftover half of the strawberry pie.) We had sandwiches and salad and admired my daughter's new living room couch.
It's nice to be a mother, especially when your children are adults. I remember being terrified of the responsibility when we brought Lori, our first child, home from the hospital. I remember my first day home with Michael. My neighbor took Lori to the pool but she insisted on coming home to Mommy. When she arrived, plumbers were making a hole in my bathroom ceiling to fix some sort of problem in the apartment above us, Michael was screaming and now I had two crying children to quiet. I remember when Lori, age 4, convinced Michael, age 2, it would be a great idea to draw all over my bedroom walls with lipstick. I remember story time and charades at night, indoor picnics on the living room floor on rainy days, making green eggs and ham (minus the ham) in our kitchen and our monthly Surprise Outings. I'd love to have one of those early childhood days over again. On the other hand, I would not wish middle school on anyone, nor would I want to go through it again.
I asked my children if I needed to apologize for anything I did during their childhoods and my daughter said, "No, I think we turned out all right." So do I.
It's nice to be a mother, especially when your children are adults. I remember being terrified of the responsibility when we brought Lori, our first child, home from the hospital. I remember my first day home with Michael. My neighbor took Lori to the pool but she insisted on coming home to Mommy. When she arrived, plumbers were making a hole in my bathroom ceiling to fix some sort of problem in the apartment above us, Michael was screaming and now I had two crying children to quiet. I remember when Lori, age 4, convinced Michael, age 2, it would be a great idea to draw all over my bedroom walls with lipstick. I remember story time and charades at night, indoor picnics on the living room floor on rainy days, making green eggs and ham (minus the ham) in our kitchen and our monthly Surprise Outings. I'd love to have one of those early childhood days over again. On the other hand, I would not wish middle school on anyone, nor would I want to go through it again.
I asked my children if I needed to apologize for anything I did during their childhoods and my daughter said, "No, I think we turned out all right." So do I.
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