Always Mother's Day

Mom and 1st Baby, 1958

My mother was married at 18, and a mother, starting with my oldest brother, at 19.  I don't know how she did it at that young age, with virtually no help from my father, but all four of her children survived.  So Happy Mother's Day, Mom! 
Also, as a footnote, I wonder if we have taken survival for granted (or, as the kids now say, 'granite').  If we are about to discover how fraught, perilous, and tenuous living really is.

Being One On Mother's Day

Mother's Day is almost over and man, am I ever glad. My mom used to call it 'black sunday' because she never got the appreciation she sought when we were kids.
As for myself, being a mother, I've lowered my expectations and they have always been exceeded! Actually, I never cease to be amazed that I have children, that I am a mother. This was never the road I saw for myself when I was young. I *knew* in an inherent way that I would have children, but I never sought this family ideal of marriage and children and being a MOTHER.
I can't say what any of this means, but I do know what I love most in this world are my kids and MK. Shamelessly I have tears in my eyes as I type this because I feel as if in the last half of my life I finally got it right, found what I sought, show love the way I should, and everyone seems ok with it.