Now that I have a few years of Motherhood under my belt I see how clearly I was loved as a child. Not that I ever once doubted this, but the sheer magnitude of it is more apparent now. Every choice I make, every question explained, I picture my parents patiently teaching me. Assembling the Easter baskets this year I flashed back to all of the sweet baskets lovingly prepared for me when I was young (with the Easter bunny getting all the credit). Ironically though, the years that required the most devotion and continuous love and patience we remember nothing of. I have no memory of my Mom changing my diapers, nursing me, teaching me the alphabet. I have no memory of my parents arms reaching for me as I took my first steps...
It wasn't until I had Lili that I realized how much freedom my parents gave up, and the extent of their love. It is cliche because it is true: parenthood is the ultimate teacher of unconditional love.
To my Grandmother, Kathleen (Alex's Mom), and my Mom: Happy Mother's Day. Thank you for years of unconditional love.
And thank you to all the other women who have mothered me over the years:
Grandma Lee (in heaven), Amy, Nancy, Bonny, Sharon, Dani, Cindy, Terry, Edibeth, Gwen, Geri, and so many more...
{ I love you! }