I am my mother.
I didn't think this day would come until at least my 3rd or 4th child, but it's official,
I'm the Great Lady who gave me life.
As Avy & I walked to our car today at the airport, we saw swarms of soldiers outside saying good-bye to loved ones & taking roll call.
Avy asked, "What's that jammies?"
(obviously she thought the uniforms looked like awesome pj's)
(obviously she thought the uniforms looked like awesome pj's)
I responded that they were soldiers.
And then the Mother Bird moment happened.
As I tried to explain to her who soldiers are and what they do, I started to cry.
She looked at me funny and asked again..."Soldiers?"
I started to tell her again that soldiers defend their country & keep us safe, but I couldn't control the water works! What's the deal?
The whole way home I was wiping tears as I thought about the beautiful country I live in & the self-less people who secure that for me.
Thanks, Mom, for instilling patriotism & loose tear ducts in me.