Mother's Days

(Plural intentional!)

Although if this day was acknowledged, it would really be special, somewhere deep down I know I've got 365 Mother's Days each year, from now on. While there is an abundance of life's stresses and frustrations, every day there are moments that are their own testament to love for Dear Ol' Mom.

The way Jack fusses when I leave the room. Not because of anything tangible, but because I'm not there. I come back, and his world is normal again.

The way Maya hugs my legs, or holds on tight, or tells me Sweet Dreams and Good Nights, or gently bites my nose in a game we play.

The way Jack laughs out loud at tickles and 'sneezes'. The way he can fall asleep on my shoulder when he's overstimulated and is having a hard time settling down.

The way Maya wants me to hold her hand when walking to daycare