My maternal muses
Yes, I’m still alive and kicking, though you wouldn’t know by my recent (lack of) blogular activity. I’ve been working on other writing stuff - don’t you worry - and in the space-time continuum I inhabit there is only so much “extra” time, so the blog gets pushed aside. Anyway, on to today’s topic. As most of you know - due to incessant prodding by sellers of gardening wares, clothing, cookware, housewares and spa-type stuff - it’s time to celebrate your momma this Sunday. This is my third Mother’s Day being a mom myself. Now that I’ve been at this gig for three years, I feel like I can reflect a bit on it all so far. You all know I think it’s hard work. That being a mom is one of the tallest orders I’ve had to fill in my life. I know every mom feels this way at times, but I truly believe that I feel it more often than others: I do my best, but I’m just not hitting the mark as much as I should - as in, always. A lot of times I look to other moms I know with kids around the same ag...