This past weekend celebrated all the moms in my life, beginning with the one that warmed my heart the most. Watching our son hand flowers to his Mama felt unreal in a way. Even after 2.5 years, he doesn’t feel real. He brings us so much joy, continues teaching us, and his infectious energy radiates throughout our house. He has filled these four walls with a completeness I’d given up on. The best part of the day was seeing the wide grin on my wife’s face as she saw him for the first time that morning. It’s a image we continue with as long as possible,
The day got even better as he gave flowers to both his grandmothers, and his aunts, each of them with joyous expressions on their face as he celebrated them. Most of the morning spent with loved ones, and then some quiet time with just the three of us, and it felt whole, full, meant to be. And then also the acknowledgement of how much my wife has taken on with my work going crazy, and our upcoming trip. Each change in schedule for work she’s accepted stoically, and being a real partner in support, no matter what shes going through.
Zyan challenges and pushes us, and she gets the brunt of it, and instead of just being accepted, she has flown with me, flexed her motherly skills and made it meaninful time rather than wallowing in the unfairness of it. Each time I leave the house, there’s a guilty pang inside me, but I also know that the Universe is looking out for us, giving us the means to give him the life he deserves as well as us.
It always come back to gratitude for all that we have now, and what we didnt in the past, because it was only with those gaps were we motivated to move forward, to make things better, and Mothers Day is a perfect time to recognize that!