Mother and Son


This Willow Tree has been broken for several months now and today, Mother’s Day, I glued it together. Whole again. Beautifully broken, imperfectly perfect, like our relationship.

We are forever tied, no question, and our commonalities are huge. So are the differences. Yet we’ve weathered all the rough spots that have seen us pull against each other and I know that as surely as I need to breathe to live, that no matter the challenges, we will forever find that common place where unconditional love is a given.

Happy Mother’s Day to me.