i've shown that photograph on this blog more times than i know; it's my favorite photo of the boys and me, and it rests in a frame beside my bed, where i see it every single day and night. roy was so blonde, then; his right knee is skinned. robin has a headful of curls, and fat little feet; i think that the shirt he was wearing had a beatrix potter image on the front of it. i stayed in a bathingsuit and oversized shirt that entire weekend, and we lingered on the beach in the early morning and late afternoons, into the golden early evening. i was young. i had the whole of motherhood ahead of me; i was only three years into that role, but thought i already knew everything about a mother's skills. i knew nothing at all, absolutely nothing. but i loved, very hard, and love harder and fiercer now still. being a mother has been the singlemost thing in life i've done where i can look back and say, well done, little mama. well done. i raised those boys as a single mother, from the time they were two and four years old; now they are great big tall, lanky men. they have their own lives, their own tastes, their own hobbies and pasttimes, their own loves. they have so much of me in them that it scares and startles all three of us, but that is mostly a good thing, in the end.
i'm spending this mother's day with my own cherished mama, down in the southern-steeped world of alabama. to all you mamas and all you sisters and all you pet mamas and best friends and caretakers and daughters/sons/brothers out there, i wish you the best that this day has to bring. xo