how lucky we are

All over social media yesterday was the celebrations and playful humiliation that is National Siblings Day. Having already said what I have wanted to say about those people I have practiced on a couple of years ago, I just sit back and enjoyed the show of y’all and your brothers and sisters in all the faded black and white and sepia and Kodachrome glory until one of my darling daughters herself shared.

I respond in the way only I can respond because I had never seen this photo before…

SEND ME THIS PICTURE, PLEASE!!!!!

And then I spent  some time just taking in my darling daughters in all their young women glory thinking…

My babies!…Damn! Bill and I made all kinds of beautiful-ness…How is it they look so different yet the same?…Perhaps my old boss, Kate Smith, is right; I have cloned my children…I never looked this beautiful when I was 29 or 24 or 22 or just weeks from 20…I might be jealous…I am definitely proud…These four are pretty amazing, smart, hard-working, creative, thoughtful forces of nature and I birthed them all…YOU’RE WELCOME WORLD!!!

And as all the stream of conscious thoughts continued to ebb and flow, I found myself overwhelmed with memories of when these four were small and I was exhausted and overwhelmed and absolutely always second guessing my own self as their mother because every day was filled with noisy, loud, chaos with all the Barbies and giggles and tears and screaming and daily attempts to maim or cause mayhem against one sister or more. I do not joke when I recall that these darling clowns would quite literally go to war over belly button lint…at least it felt like that…all the time…every waking minute…every day. Elbows deep in all of that plus the mountains of laundry and all the naked Barbies, I could never imagine myself at this moment regarding the four amazing WOMEN who are my daughters…and that we have arrived, finally, at a time in our lives where they aren’t trying to kill one another on a daily basis.

What can I say? I’m feeling so lucky and so blessed and I get to declare that I am their mother.

Oh, and I get to share a fun cover of my latest obsession that celebrates some other pretty amazing, strong sisters.

WORK!

 

 

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3 thoughts on “how lucky we are

  1. What a beautiful proud post. Your daughters all have amazing gorgeous smiles and I’m sure are so grateful they have such a special mother. Well done to you!

    • Thank you, Miriam! I credit those smiles to our DNA but also to the most amazing orthodontist who is truly saddened that when our son is done with his braces that she will lose her favorite customers/patients.

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