It's Mother's Day, as if motherhood were a state of being that occurred but once a year. Still, Hallmark aside, it serves as a lovely reminder of the three occasions I was able to play God and bring my children into the world.
Each of their birthdays is a special Mother's Day for me. If I had never accomplished anything else in my life, I would feel that I succeeded magnificently because of them. My children have grown up and become the people they were meant to be. It happened much too fast, but watching the whole process has been miraculous.
My memories of them at all the ages they have been so far give me great joy and sometimes, laughter. It's been the ride of a lifetime, and continues to fill me with wonder. I raised my own best friends, and I am truly blessed.