So here’s the handsome boy who made me a mama. And there are days when I swear he’s ten times more over the moon for his father than he is for me. And my tender heart – and ego – are a little bruised by it. But I think being a mama means loving unconditionally, so I try to keep my chin up even when I’m not the chosen one. And anyway, there was this night my son spent his whole bath time playing with my hair, and when I took him out, we looked at ourselves in the mirror and smiled. Wes glanced back at my non-mirror self and planted a great wet unsolicited wide-mouthed kiss on my cheek. I think about that night and know: that, for sure, is love.
Happy Mother’s Day mamas.