A Mother’s DayS
A Mothers DayS Mother’s Day- another day filled with hype: flowers, cards, brunch. I always struggle with this DAY. It’s not a day that defines me, it’s the days. Sure there was a moment in time when I became a mom, but that moment isn’t what made me a mom. It was the late night feedings and diaper changes that made me a mom. It is the weary mornings and late nights that I celebrate. Birthdays and sick days and all the in-between days mold me as a mom. Building forts and tearing them down, define me as a mom. Smiles and giggles and tears and screams shape my momma ears to hear. Trials and triumphs cast my heart. Skinned knees and bandaids, bathtubs filled with bubbles, and shirts stained with popsicles assembled and designed my momma heart and moved my momma hands. It’s not at all about THIS day, it’s about all the DAYS that have been and ...