Holding, rocking your child. There are few moments in life as beautiful. Through the years, I’ve forgotten many moments. I am joyful that it is not hard at all to remember how holding my son’s felt.
I’ve always been a bit crafty. Here is a counted cross stitch I made for my oldest son in 1986.
I wish I could find this pattern, it is so cute, I’d love to make it again. I can remember stitching this while pregnant, then finishing it once Jesse was born.
I’m in a reflective kinda mood…my baby boy will graduate from college on Saturday, the day before Mother’s Day. I just can’t get over the fact that my little baby is a college graduate. Wow!
I’ve often said that being a mother is the most important job I will ever have, and I continue to believe that to be true. It has not only been the most important job, it has been the most enjoyable, one in which I NEVER want to retire!
Jesse may be an adult, but he will always be my little boy. I suspect I’ll be a bit mushy when I watch him walk and get his diploma. I suspect I’ll always be mushy when it comes to my boys. 🙂