
Dear Joseph,
Thank you for being my son and, in doing so, allowing me to be your mom. It's only been five months, but I am having a great time. The best time, really. Life makes more sense now and I am glad to wake up every morning knowing that the only thing worth doing with the day is to take care of you.
Did you know that, before you were born, I used to get on a train and ride into the city to go to work every day? There I would work with some very interesting and fun and creative people and we would make television shows that talked about our faith. Then I would get back on the train and come home to your Daddy. We would eat supper and talk about our day and tidy the house and do a number of little things that we thought were very important. I really thought my life was very good and very fun.
But then I met you. And now all of those things that filled my life and made it very good and very fun, well, they are still important to me. But they are not even 1/katrillionth as important to me as you are. Now every morning I get up and take a few steps to your room and there you are. Together we play and talk and sing and change diapers and wipe up spit and eat snacks and go for walks and nap and make surprises for Daddy. Then when he comes home, we try to do all those things all over again so he can be part of it, too. And, with all of this, our life is indeed very good and very fun.
You are very little. Just 27 inches long. And maybe about 12 inches wide. The exact size of my heart. Which is growing every day.
Thank you, Joseph.
Love,
Mommy
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Dear Mom,

I remember back to when I was little enough to be held by you in Church that I would sometimes dig my pointy chin into your shoulder. And you would try to shift me around because it hurt you.
Now I know how that feels.
Sorry.
Yup, I am slowly starting to understand how it feels to be a mom. I am slowly beginning to understand what you experienced four times over. I am slowly recognizing the choices, sacrifices, and decisions you made to keep us all well and loved. Really loved.
It's only been five months. You have 38 and 1/2 years on your resume. You are the president and I am the intern. May I please request a number of conference calls?
Thank you for the whole lot of things you have done for us. That list is very long. Pages. So I will sum it up by saying "everything." That's a lot.
I would like to be a mom like you... kind and generous and smart and a good cook who can time things right so the peas and the chicken are done at the same time. I would like Joseph to love me just as much as I love you. And that is a whole bunch.
Happy Mother's Day, Mumsies.
Love,
Gillian