The Art and Science of Mothering (or, What You Will Scoop From a Bath With Your Bare Hands)

I had my very first Mother’s Day yesterday. Well, I guess technically my first Mother’s Day would have been last year when I was pregnant, but yesterday was the first one with an external, fully realized, crawling, pickle-devouring, cheeseball-grinning, pattycaking daughter who melts my heart on a daily basis. We had a lovely day: I received cards and gifts from our dog, my 10-month-old daughter, and my husband. We had a leisurely breakfast at a local dive bar that actually has seriously good food (and excellent Bloody Marys, to boot). Total strangers — mostly men, curiously — wished me “Happy Mother’s Day” in soft and sincere voices with smiles on their faces and a little shine in their eyes. It was like the Mom mojo was reverberating in the air. I felt on display, slightly revered, a bit like a rock star. It was heady stuff. Continue reading “The Art and Science of Mothering (or, What You Will Scoop From a Bath With Your Bare Hands)”