Blue Eyed Blessings

Mother’s Day

This is one of my favorite holidays of the year.
I enjoy it more than Christmas.
And much more than Halloween, or New Year’s Eve, or my birthday.

It’s Mother’s Day.

The day when my two princes,
(or chimps as I used to refer to them) are unusually nice to me, and take me out to breakfast, and buy me little gifts and cards, and hug me with their man-arms, and their razor stubble, tell me that they love me.

None of us is delusional.
Those boys know my many flaws and failures inside out.
In fact, they positively LOVE making fun of me.
Preferably in public.

I am not delusional.
I know I could have done better.
I also know that these princes are not perfect.
I failed them in a lot of different ways.
They have their faults and they have much growing up yet to do.
But in them I see the structure of fine individuals.
Handsome. Sensitive. Strong. Caring and loving.

I was married for seven years before I got pregnant.
I thought (and my doctor thought) it wasn’t ever going to happen.
But it did.
Twice.

And they are the best things that ever happened to me.
I would do anything for them.
God, kids, I love you.