My first memory of becoming a mother was this:
I held my little baby bird in my arms, as she struggled to vocalize (first and only struggle in that department) and took her tiny 6 pound head to my breast…and as I energetically inhaled a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (wasn’t allergic until I became mother to Lolly thank you very much), I had this thought:
I had no idea how much my Mother loved me. I was convinced I loved her more than she loved me.
I was wrong.
I phoned to tell her that and to this day I have fights with the Bigs about it: No, I love you to the moon and back and three times around and gooogooplex times YOU love ME.
Check out my mom running a half marathon with me. How awesome is that? And check out these outfits she pulled together for her singing group!
She’s a pretty spectacular Grammy too….lots to live up to here: