In honor of Mother’s Day, I thought I’d take a moment to contemplate my experience of motherhood. My experience of motherhood began with my own mother. While I don’t remember the nine months I spent growing in my mother’s womb, nor do I recall the eighteen months my mother spent breastfeeding me; I do remember that my mom was always there for us. I remember blissful summers eating fresh strawberries and green beans from the garden that my mom spent countless hours cultivating. I remember long winters spent sledding or shoveling our long driveway and the hot cocoa and roaring … Continue reading →