Love in the Time of May

This is the first year that my son really grasps holidays. This morning, he gave me a big, cheesy smile and a loud, "Happy Mother's Day!" that melted my heart. He drew me a big, red heart on giant paper.

(May I also say that this morning, for the first time ever, my son got out of his own bed, came in our bedroom, and saw us still sleeping - my eyes were shut but I was awake. He gave a little Gasp! and then ran back to his room and climbed back into bed! What a good boy.)

May is a very busy time. It is also a time of a lot of celebration for some pretty spectacular women.

My mom's birthday, my best friend's birthday, and my birthday are all within ten days of each other in May, AND it is Mother's Day for all of us.

We are some bitchin' broads. And Taurus to boot!

Here is the Taurus horoscope for today on Astrology.com:

Your capacity for contentment is enormous, even if you are sometimes unfulfilled. Today brings a deep sense that everything is okay, no matter what’s really going on. Work with it — you won’t be sorry.

I like that. Everything is going to be ok. Off to enjoy the day!

A Child's Love for Mom

A couple of weeks ago, I dug through my drawer of journals and poetry through the years for inspiration and a walk down memory lane. I’m nostalgic like that. I found a letter that I wrote to my mother. I think I was a senior in high school, getting ready for college. It was a rough draft of the letter I wrote for her (even back then the psycho-OCD-perfectionism had begun).

I thought it appropriate to share that letter today on Mother’s Day. It reminds me of the legacy of comfort and nurturing I want to give to my own child. Today, I woke with my first crafted, home-made Mother’s Day gifts from my son. That was pretty cool. And so the legacy of love lives on.

Dear Mom,

Lately, we’ve associated our lives and what is going on around us to the song “Letting Go.” We have made many references to the song, and it is a beautiful song, but you must know something. You need to know that I am not letting go. I’m holding on and carrying with me all that means home in my heart. It isn’t the end – there is no such thing, and I’m not breaking away. Spring breezes through the screens, Christmas tree lights that sing in the night, snuggled in blankets in front of the TV, and the comforting, quiet way you sew at night – these all mean home to me. These moments and feelings are etched deep within my soul, and I will take with me all I have learned. I will never be separated from the bond that ties me to you.

Love forever,
Your daughter,
Kristy