This year I am sharing Mother’s Day with K-Bear who will be celebrating her second birthday. This is rather serendipitous, because truthfully, at times I wasn’t sure I would survive motherhood for this long.
I’m not kidding.
But then I think of all the things I would not have experienced without it. Like trying to hide leaking boobs and sleep-deprived delirium at work, or waking from a dead slumber to be called into a dark room to search for a lost pig. Or scrambling to pull new items from my bag of tricks on a cross-country flight that took WAY too long while a tired and cranky one squirms and screams in my lap. Continue reading