Yesterday I thought about being a mother and about how hard and surreal I think it is. Still. I see my boy growing up so fast and I can barely keep up. It’s still unimaginable that he’s my son, my incredible special boy. I do hope you all had a special Mothersday on which you honored the women that brought you into this life. However strange, intense, hard, loving or confusing your own relationship with your mother may be, she is still the one who held you when you cried at night. Or sat with you when you were sick. When I think about the love I received from my mother (and still do), I feel I’m blessed and I hope I can be half as good a mother as she was to me.