Oof. It has been quite the week around here. Nothing terribly traumatic, but let’s just say the Hatchling has begun to embrace her three-ness with a vengeance. Highlights have included a massive poop-on-the-sofa incident and the spilling of an entire glass of iced tea all over the keyboard of my laptop. (which, incidentally, appears to be relatively unharmed except for how I can’t type a capital w. I love Macs!) Anyway, around about the time I was obsessively scouring the couch upholstery and wondering just which part of my graduate education prepared me for cleaning up shit, I thought maybe it would be appropriate to acknowledge some of the many, many incredible things my mothers have done for me. Here’s an abbreviated list:
- read out loud to me incessantly
- enthusiastically responded to all my accomplishments, major and minor
- sewed everything from my Halloween costumes to curtains for my house to my wedding dress and all my bridesmaids dresses
- professionally edited my school papers whenever requested
- provided on-call medical advice and the occasional pharmaceuticals when needed
- sat with me and held me as I labored with my first child
- asked about my dissertation
- didn’t ask about my dissertation
- taught me how to cook and bake
- faithfully attended all my performances, and sent me flowers for every opening night
- made a welcoming home-base to return to from my travels
- took me on amazing trips to Europe
- spoiled your grandbabies rotten
- and most of all, taught me the meaning of unconditional love
I can only hope to do so many things for my girls. Happy Mother’s Day!
