I think I became a mother all over again today. Amidst a temporarily out-of-order dishwasher, a half done job of back to school organizing and school supply gathering and piles of laundry, the irresistable urge to display our photos came over me. I filled long empty picture frames, freshened knick-knacks, hung things on walls and got back to the project of finding new photos for our collage frames. The whole place looks new with less changes than ya might think, and I had a blast.

I think I’ve looked through the last two years of our photos several times now, just today. What I saw blew me away. My children are beautiful! No seriously… beautiful. And as I went through the pictures, I also saw their subtle then not-so-subtle transformation from backwoods kids to Louisiana suburb kids and finally now to good Ontario-nians. (Don’t ask me if that’s a word.)

Part of what I saw shocked me. Their eager trust and undying love is both reassuring and then a sober reminder of all that I as a parent hold in my hands. I owe them so much. I feel now today like I especially owe them. And after all of the uproar and unsettledness of the past few years, I want to pay them back a hundredfold. To make up for all the untaken photographs and half-celebrated holidays, missed vacations and weary parents.

Life really feels like it has begun anew today. I am endlessly happy.

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