Grateful that I was mothered with love. A fabulous Mom and Aunts who guided me to adulthood.

The opportunity to be a mother. I am humbled what I learned as I taught. Who nurtured who?

Grateful for the kids. They were so different and who could have imagined that we’d pick up some extras all along the way. Now they are grown and I smile.

My sympathy with the old lady who lived in a shoe.I didn’t often do it right but I did the best I could. Grateful for do overs and fresh starts.

Mother’s Day is a cruel long day. Happy mothers are as abundant as pollen but many smile hides a tear. But in the hidden tears are memories of hugs and love.

I chose motherhood I would choose it again. It’s messy and meandering but what a journey!