Heartstrings and Motherhood...

To My Mother by Robert Louis Stevenson

You too, my mother, read my rhymes
For love of unforgotten times,
And you may chance to hear once more
The little feet along the floor.

This photograph was taken by my son. Each time I look at it, the first thing that pops into my head is heartstrings. These are my heartstrings. At least, if heartstrings were something tangible, they would look like this. Infinite and complex, twisting, crossing, changing colors. For Mother’s Day, I felt this was the perfect image to share with you. To me, it’s the most appropriate way to describe my life as a mother. Heartstrings and mothers and children.

To every mother that reads this post, Happy Mother's Day.