Hello. I hope you had an amazing Mother’s Day and were able to enjoy time with family. This morning I wanted to share a short letter to my sons, Jackson and Harrison. Not only did they give me an amazing Mother’s Day, but I want to make sure they know how grateful I am to be their mom.
Dear Jackson and Harrison:
I don’t know what I did to get to be a mama. My best and most beloved human role. It is a deeply fierce and vulnerable role. There are no rehearsals.You have to be a master of improv, learning on your feet whether to play the good guy, the bad guy, or the just plain cofused guy. You must embrace the constant trifecta of emotions, there is no director guiding you. The one true, wild and beautiful thing is the wonder of love that rips through my heart and soul. It surprises me sometimes when this wave of emotion hits me, sometimes it is when I am doing something as simple as walking through the kitchen, or when I pass your doorway and I catch a glimpse of you sleeping. It’s these moments with no makeup, no stylist, no designer gowns or red carpets when I feel that I am holding an Emmy ever single night, because I am fortunate and lucky and full of disbelieve that I get to be your mama.
Love,
Mom
