Mother's Day

Pancake batter under my nails. Egg and batter splattered frying pan still hot on the stove. Wisks and bowls and spatula's soaking in the sink. The two men in my life full to the brim and happily lolling around amidst piles of blocks and trucks and balls.

What a nice way to spend a Mother's Day morning.

Happy Mother's Day to all of the wonderful women out there, biological mothers and not. To the women who have raised four or five or six children to adulthood.To the women who are full of life, turning and growing within. And to the women who haven't ever held a child of their own, but who have had a part in touching the lives of others. To the nurterers, to the healers and to the listeners who answer their phones at two in the morning. To the one's who have cleaned other people's messes and dried another's tears. To all of the women who give of themselves to others, effortlessly or not. Thank you.

And Happy Mother's Day.