Every Mothers Day since has been way better. But I do miss them at that age. When your in the middle of it its hard sometimes to wrap your head around the idea that these are the good ole days when they depend on you for everything.
I can't go back so I move forward with them embracing every stage of their lives. Yesterday Peter spent the day climbing Mt Hood and this fall Sam embarks on her life as U MASS Amherst.
Peter I often say is the perfect kid. Every night he comes home from work and climbs into his bubble suit, I joke with a friend of mine. He's far away in Seattle and I have no way of knowing if he is safe and sound so my mind puts him in that bubble suit. Where he is cocooned. Sam does not need one yet she still sleeps here and I know her comings and goings.
When he goes on these adventures I think I prefer not knowing he's climbing Mt Hood until he's back at home wrapped in the bubble wrap. And I think back to one of my favorite kid movies Dory says to Marlin , "Well, you can't never let anything happen to him. Then nothing would ever happen to him. Not much fun for little Harpo."
So our little Harpo spent the day climbing Mt Hood. And I was in lovely blind ignorance. Just keep swimming Peter and Sam just keep swimming.....