It’s in the small things
I write about being a mom a lot. Mainly because that’s what I am. That is what takes up most of my time but also, I love the wonder of it. The magic that is Motherhood. The innocence of my children.
That very first time I held Quintus, I changed. The first time I held Jason, I changed again. Holding Zander, I changed.
All for the good.
I watch in wonder as they grow. Not the turning-8 or 10 or 21 grow but the little things. The wonder of being able to blow bubbles. Seeing the sun set and hearing one of the appreciate it. Seeing their faces light up when they see me in the car after school. Silently looking on as their relationships grow.
I love being “Mom”.