Mother’s Day is nigh. This year is especially poignant for me; not because I miss my own mom, as she is gone now 25 years, but rather because I have been catapulted back to that time, when my own girls were young and I was pregnant with my son. My grandson lives with me, all 26 percolating pounds of him and I am back in toddler world. I find myself lounging in cozy mode as we watch Curious George or snuggle in bed. I wait for that one hour window when I can escape to the gym for me time. I will take him with me to Cabo this week for a beach break. And some part of me looks forward to a time when I might actually be able to entertain friends in a living room that doesn’t resemble a giant playpen. But, for the moment, that lifestyle is on the back burner. All of this reminds me, however, that motherhood is forever. It’s just that the stages we pass through shift with life’s priorities. There are lots of phases in a mother’s life, but the job lasts a lifetime.
“Mother Is A Verb. It’s Something You Do. Not Just Who You Are” Cheryl Lacey Donavan