Happy mother's day to all mothers, past, present, and future.
It's early here at the nest, and I'm enjoying the bird sounds, and the lush green of my yard after a night of rain. The washer is washing, doing its duty just as I told it to, so that's a good thing. Later the dryer will dry, also following my instructions.
Later I am going over to the Lewis Ginter Botanical Garden and strip leaves off of trees. This will be a fun outdoor activity, and after I'll be able to tell people that I stripped on mother's day.
I'm feeling kind of melancholy and need to shake that off. I am blessed with 3 excellent sons so melancholy on mother's day is pretty ridiculous. Maybe I feel unneeded. Maybe I miss my mother. And Paul's mother too. Raising children is a 24 hour job for 18 years, then they all take off (thank goodness) for their own lives. And that's what we want, independent, self-sufficient off-spring.
I think the solution to my melancholy problem is that I need to think more like a man.
I'll get right to work on that.
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