Years ago I would fall asleep calculating — when Brook is 8, Ethan will be 5, when Brook is 28, Ethan will be 25. Now Brook is 35 and Ethan is 32. Somehow the years have flown by, and I’m still on the greatest adventure of all. Being a mother.
Just two days ago, I said to my pregnant friend Julie, “It’s the end of an era.” She was about to hop on that ship of motherhood, which may pitch headlong into huge waves, be calm on windless days, but there’s no turning back. You can only go forward.
Yesterday, at 2:17 p.m., Mira Clementine Ray was born. Welcome little Mira!
I’ve spoken to Brook and Ethan today. I’m grateful for their amazing selves, the flowers, the blingy card, the pedicure, but most of all I’m grateful for all they’ve taught me about life, myself and being a kind, caring human being.
I’m also grateful for my dear women friends who have helped me become a better mother: Kathleen Bowman, Andrea Gabel-Richards, Martha Dudman, Olivia Hurd, Kate Russell Henry, Claire Kohrman, Barbara Cooney, Phyl Brazee, Penelope Starr, Chris Graves, Faith Ball, and all those insightful, strong women I haven’t mentioned.
Julie, deah, welcome to the club!