The beauty is in the details…I became a mom at the age of 41 with my two boys and at 44 with my daughter.
I may not have the youth and energy of a younger mom, but I hope that my years give me the perspective and wisdom to breathe and be thankful the little things that make being a mom so precious.
|First pic of Hoffman family (with Grandma Blue), fresh off the plane from Russia.|
This is what comes to mind…The tears in everyone’s eyes as we come off the plane from Russia with our sons. Squeals of laughter that echo through our previously calm/quiet house. The crunch of the gravel road as we walk to our family cottage with a pink bundle in my arms. The smell of warm curly hair on a summer day. A shivering body wrapped in a damp beach blanket snuggling on my lap after swimming. The glance over the shoulder and smile at a first piano recital. The soft, even breathing of a sleeping infant, a 2-year old, a 5-year old, a 10-year old.
I don’t take nearly enough pictures or videos. But I do remind myself…often…to close my eyes and say “thank you” for the small moments.