So for all us mums out here who have survived the process and roll into our twilight years with Adult offspring, we can take a moment to soak up the solitude!
Little boys to grown men and everything else in between…
We have built go carts, sandcastles, new houses and bridges…
We have old friends, new friends, true friends and lost friends….
We have memories, good times, sad times, tough times and more time…
When you look into the eyes of your first born, you feel an overwhelming pride and protectiveness! Then you hug your 2nd, and 3rd and spend the next 25 years as a superwoman! Judge and jury, cook and bottle washer, provider, protector, adviser, nurse, taxi driver…until one day you look in the mirror and notice each year is etched in your face, and you have time to smell the roses!
Russ used to say to me, what do you want to do for Mother’s Day? As he handed me the bottle of wine and chocolate scorched Almonds (yes every year) . My answer was always the same….A few hours of peace! So off he plus three(boys) would go to the flying fox park for an hour or two!
However….when the peace finally comes, it starts all over again….Mother’s Day for me will begin with Dad duties…dressing, feeding etc…moving stuff. Some of us mums are just blessed with being needed.
And the character lines on my face continue to smile at me!
All who wander are not Lost girls 