In the ongoing effort of cleaning up the third floor earlier this week, I found a stash of postcards and greeting cards, some handmade by my kids, written or scribbled upon and saved. Saved by me cause I couldn’t bear to pitch them. Even a dot matrix computer printer card, made by the kids for me. A folded page of Murphy the Airedale’s inky footprints before any of the grandkids arrived and then I found a card with the addition of “baby” when Anna was expected.
Numerous photographs, too.
Happy Mother’s Day greetings, a partial collection.
Me as a young mother of 3 in 1983
My mother as a grandmother holding Mark in 1977, Fort Knox, KY
Christmas 2017. Me with five of my grandchildren
Finding my place in the world of motherhood.