i am proud to be your mother, i whispered.

i mean, geez. who knew being a mother was such a roller coaster of emotion? bless my mother in all her goodness to have born SIX children, all in nine years. I am pretty sure that means she was pregnant or nursing for 9 years, changing diapers for at least 10 years, and checking on homework/shuttling to piano lessons/picking up kids from after school sports/attending recitals/etc for a good twenty years. She is a saint to say the least.

Yesterday was a wonderful day. I slept in, I took a nap, I ate good food, and I got to spend the whole day with the boys I love the most. When I put Henry to bed last night, I leaned over to give him his goodnight kiss and he grabbed my hand, pulled it close to him, and smiled his big Henry smile. I melted into a puddle. We looked at each other for a few moments, and I whispered to him, I am proud to be yours. Thank you for making me a mother, Henry. It truly is so sweet being the one to raise him.