good stuff

In memory, I don’t know what my fate as their mother may be.
Cutting grapes into quarters and laundering bedsheets and walking them home from school, my role feels mostly relegated to the ordinary and therefore condemned to invisibility.

In real time, motherhood is like a carnival mirror. I see, at times, the absolute worst version of myself, and at other times, the very best.
I hope they remember mostly good stuff.


Christen said...

Champagne and strawberries for breakfast - doesn't sound ordinary! 😉

Susan Kadlac said...

It is hard being a good mother (or father) but I feel certain you are among the best, Jenni! Look at those smiles!!