Tomorrow’s is Mother’s Day in America.
I find that mothering never grows old, that I never have it figured out, that after almost 25 years my heart still swells with love. We don’t use the term “swell with love,” imprecisely. That’s exactly how it feels. Like balloons behind your breastbone, or one green thing sprouting in a meadow.
And I know that for some becoming a mother takes ages, or never happens. So for today I will wish that anyone who wishes to mother, can, and that anyone who has done so feels full of all the joys.
A lovely weekend to all.