This is the picture of a mother

She is capable of love in ways I can’t understand

I see it when she wakes up sick, yet duty-bound

I see it when she laughs without abandon at these funny little people

I see it when my instinct is to scold and hers is to hug

I see it when she sleeps so lightly, always on alarm

I see it when she sleeps so deeply, only to wake and do it again.

Being a mom—being a really good mom—is harder than anything I’ll ever do.

“Happy Mother’s Day” just doesn’t say it…but what else can I say?

So, Happy Mother’s Day…and now our fourth is on the way!