Mother’s Day
by Ashley Weeks Cart
On the phone last night with my mother, she told me to read this. And, as mothers are oft to do, she was right, I loved it.
But the biggest mistake I made is the one that most of us make while doing this. I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of the three of them sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less.
Today, I will do just that. Treasure the doing. Happy Mother’s Day to all you beautiful women that help us become our truest selves.