Mother's Day. I am not a fan of this manufactured holiday, however, it was satisfying to be acknowledged as "momma" yesterday. I've struggled in the last several years to find the form and function of my role as "mother" to grown children. It's a challenge to stay involved, available, helpful, but not hovering. They are all whip smart, sensitive, articulate, and wicked funny. And as you can see, apparently they share a recessive gene and have expressed their tendency to be Harley bikers in their twenties.
Sadly, Shef has developed the condition very early.
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