Sometimes being a mother is a little blurry...

 I asked my mom for a younger pic of me. So I could change my profile photo on Facebook. 

This is what she sends me. 

The first photo of "the three of us"

You see. She's pregnant with me. With my sis in tow. And on the way to the hospital to deliver. 

I would imagine my Gramma probably took the picture. 

She was still married to my "real dad" (I so hate this term)

But he wasn't there. She was flying solo this morning. 

I love the fact that the photo is a little blurry. I bet if she were honest, she would say that a lot of my younger days were a little blurry. 

She was a single mom. Even before she got divorced. 

Carrying the load. Me and my sis. 

Then the divorce. She owned the load. 

Then my "step dad" (an even tackier term) came along. And made things a little clearer for her. I'm sure. 

I would think if I asked her, she would say that she made mistakes along the way. But she did the best she could. 

As a mom myself, that is how I feel. 

Things are a little blurry sometimes. But it's because I'm squinting so hard trying to do the best I can. 

This picture just caught me off guard yesterday. It speaks volumes of my mom. 

But it reminds me why I am the loving mother that I am. 

Yes, sometimes the load is heavy, and sometimes the path doesn't go the way I envisioned, but carry on. 

It will get clearer in a few days. 

Thanks Mom, for teaching me that loving my children is the best "load" I could ever carry. 

Happy Mother's Day!!