My blog has turned into a chronicle of Zacky's life and yet I realized recently that I'm always behind the camera. I was reminded of this essay which really strikes home. I'm so busy documenting his life that I forget that I'm a part of it. I want them to see the way I looked at them, see how much I loved them. I am not perfect to look at and I am not perfect to love, but I am perfectly their mother.
As we approach my second Mother's Day, I realize that, as much as I find much of the rhetoric on motherhood overly sentimental and unrealistic, it actually has been...OK. Fun, even.
*The Relief Society Declaration