It’s Mothers Day.
Thank you for every word you’ve spoken, email you’ve written, and gift you’ve given that shows us that you understand that empty nest is real and that you are cheering for us. The gardening books, the cast iron pans, the measuring cups, the cookbooks, the wine glasses, the plants in the backyard, each one signifying a family member, these are remarkable gifts. As you left the nest, you too realized the truth in the words of AA Milne when he wrote: “How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” That the excitement of the unknown and the possibilities and promises it holds, trumps the sadness of farewell is no small lesson. It may be a lesson that we taught each other at the same time.
Thank you for being so generous in sharing with us your interests, experiences and your dreams. Your curiosity and courage has rekindled ours.
You are, each and every one of you, smart, funny, creative, compassionate and kind. We may have played a small part in nurturing those qualities, but you are who you are because of you.
We love you.
We aren’t cooking today. Denise’s daughter Erin is making us a Mother’s Day dinner. Thanks Erin!