The White Sunglasses. That is the title of this art piece, at right. The youngest daughter is now out of her teens. She is putting her cool sunglasses (aren't daughters the best thing to have to stay with it????) on me. They are much more cool-istic on her. This was at a Mother's Day brunch.
Special moments are always up for reinvention and so are we in this digital age. That Mother's Day Lunch, which happened before she left her teens, will always be remembered. I'm clinging to the remnants of REAL motherhood, when motherhood matters when children are young. Now I'm moving to Significant Motherhood, where living as a woman is a thing full of grace, once the children are grown.
The glasses can filter all, change all, conceal all, be all. Women in White Sunglasses. Right on, mama.