Last year, as K launched herself into the post high school world, I assumed I had had my last Mother's Day with all four of my kiddos present. Having K home this year was unexpected (thanks COVID) but what a delight!
As this will truly probably be my last Mother's Day with all four of these kids home with me, I want to remember the role that I have played in the lives of these beautiful human beings that I was lucky enough to have for their first 18 years of life.
My child isn't my easel to paint on
Nor my diamond to polish.
My child isn't my trophy to share with the world
Nor my badge of honor.
My child isn't an idea, expectation, or fantasy
Nor my reflection or my legacy.
My child is here to fumble, stumble, try and cry.
Learn and mess up.
Fail and try again.
Listen to the beat of a drum faint to our adult ears.
And dance to a song that revels in freedom.
My task is to step aside.
Stay in infinite possibility.
Heal my own wounds.
Fill my own bucket.
And LET MY CHILD FLY!
(by Shefail Tsabary)





I didn't get a photo of Tanner and Haley when they stopped by to bring this beautiful bouquet but their being here in Oregon this past month is another one of those COVID blessings.