Mother's Day

Sunday was Mother's Day. For some reason, Father's Day is celebrated on the same day in England as in America, but the Mother's Days are months apart. This is good for me. I was always able to celebrate my mum on the English version, and the American version was my day, which means (as I realized this year) Mother's Day is not tinged with sadness for me, now that my mum is no longer here.

I LOVE being a mum, more than I ever knew or could have imagined I would. I LOVE my kids. The honour of watching them grow, not only in stature but in character and personality. The joy of being a part of their achievements as they reach different milestones. Their unconditional love.

These have been such precious years; such a time of closeness. I see the changes ahead and am excited and sad at the same time. They will always be my babies, but their need for me will lessen, their desire to be with me at all times will diminish. I will once again have to find a new identity, outside of being a mother. It still seems hard to imagine, so for now I will revel in the moment, in the pleasure and joy that they bring.

I am blessed indeed.