Mothers are the people who love us for no good reason. And those of us who are mothers know it’s the most exquisite love of all.
At 43, I have a lot to be grateful for: a husband, gratifying work, two fine boys (21 and 9 years old) who are, without doubt, the best things that ever happened to me.
I am grateful, and yet lately I find myself ruminating on the children I meant to have but never did. I always wanted four kids. For good and less-good reasons, that never happened. I regret that. I regret the whole worlds that will never come into existence, the children, the grandchildren, all the human possibilities that never were and never will be.
She echoes my thoughts exactly – the greatest thing about parenthood has nothing to do with you as a parent. It’s knowing, as she says, that by a simple “yes” to life, you set into motion….people..who will make their own way in the world, achieve things, experience things, journey to God and set into motion more lives of their own. It inspires awe.
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