Mother's Day is Not All About Me (Imagine That)

Ahh, Mother's Day. The one day a year my family is legally obligated to pick up their socks, and I won't be home to witness it. (Cue world's tiniest violin). In a few hours I'll be heading to the southernmost reaches of Georgia for my cousin's wedding. It's a ten hour drive that will give me plenty of quiet time to reflect on what it means to be a mother. Or I might just stare out the window in silence and think WHOLE thoughts, one after another. Or I might just drool. I haven't decided. Either way, I'll be holding this conversation I had last night with my five year old close at hand on Mother's Day.

Or, rather, close at heart.

When I went into his room to tuck him in (again), I whispered in his ear.

"I love you, pal, do you know it?"

"Actually, I did know it. I just wanted to know it again."

Here's to knowing how much you're loved this Mother's Day. Cheers to all the mothers and daughters and sons.