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Mother’s Day Bourbon Smash Cocktail
Annnnd here we are again, another Mother’s Day is upon us. This holiday gets me every year. I remember my first Mother’s Day with my three-week-old Lily in my arms, and I felt, not so much like a mother, but awe. I just felt pure gigantic awe, like this business is huge! I really had no idea. Many days I’m still searching for the life preserver in that vast ocean.
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Missing Our Moms
My mom’s been nudging me from all over the universe this week. I miss her so much. Especially, well, especially all the time. But this time of year really gets me, as Mother’s Day approaches. I know I write about her often; she was such a precious, important person in my life. In “My Mother’s Last Days” from herviewfromhome.com, Amber Shoemaker says about her mother, “I hope she knows she was one of the great loves of my life.” Yes, I thought, this is exactly how I feel about my mom. I think about my mom daily, intentionally, but every once in a while tiny, specific glimpses of memory come…
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On Being a Mom
One morning this past week I took both kids into the doctor for their well-child checkups. Both kids at the same time, which I told myself last year I would never do again because last year they acted like rioting monkeys instead of well-behaved children. Somehow along the year I must have forgotten how horrible that visit was, me practically begging Jasper to behave so I could concentrate on the doctor’s questions, me in a full-body hold of Lily screaming bloody murder while the nurse tried to give Lily her shots. There was a point during that visit last year when I wasn’t sure we would all survive. Somehow we…
