I keep having these flashes of awareness. Where suddenly I’m acutely present to the fact that I’m a mother. Of two little boys. Who I adore. I was the big sister, the auntie, the friend of mommy for so long that it seem unreal that now I hold the mother title.
One of those flashes came while I sewed their capes to wear to the party at Daddy’s work. Sewing last minute of course. Tal sitting on my lap and Thane watching the machine from the chair next to me, it hit me again: I’m a mom.
And I know I’m not their only mama, but I’m sure lucky I get to be one of them. It’s an honor I don’t take lightly.