I've been having a little bit of a hard time thinking about what to say here regarding Mother's Day, and being a mother in general. I want to say that it's a privilege, and it is (especially for those of us who come by motherhood only because of the marvels of science and the generosity of friends and family), but that doesn't quite nail it.
It's more like being a mother is giving me a second chance at my own childhood. Is this true for everyone? That we work hard to shape the childhoods of our children to resemble the idealized version of our own? I don't know. What I do know is that being married to Josh and raising Dash and being surrounded by the friends and family that we have is truly the greatest blessing imaginable.
On Sunday we did our annual Mother's Day picnic at LACMA. This year we were lucky enough to corral some of our nearest and dearest as well. We ate too much cured meat and imported cheese (and drank just the perfect amount of wine, obvs). Played a little baseball. Climbed a giant bear statue. You know. Had the perfect day.
Thinking about starting a motorcycle gang.
This squirrel was also having the best Mother's Day ever, courtesy the squirrel-crazy Mooma who kept feeding him grapes & apple slices