Mother’s Day 2018

We judge our mothers by what we can remember, so I am struck by the wealth of love and attention I never committed to memory, just by the wealth of love and attention I see Val give to Nicholas every day. I think to myself, “did I come into the world that way? was my first caress like that? was I that helpless baby that cried in the night? was my only salvation in my mother’s arms? was I that toddler who needed constant company and supervision? was the totality of my experience so totally influenced by my mother?” The answer is yes, but it seems that appreciating it is a generational thing. My love and gratitude for Val grows each day, but even more so for the Mothers in my life, on Mother’s Day.