And here is why I will never be an artist: I think to myself, “I feel like painting. I really want to paint [thisandsuch].” And then I think, “Why is paint so messy? I wish paint weren’t so messy. I should just draw something instead. Where are all the pens?” And, of course, by the time I find a pen, the moment is gone.
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Here is why I will never be an accomplished musician: I spend so much time tuning the instrument, that all my patience for playing it is gone.
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It was a very happy Mother’s Day, spent with my favorite people. Mom and Thor played badminton in the backyard, while B and I stood inside watching. Then Mom and I picked up a classmate of Thor’s and went bowling. After that, birthday dinner for Mom.
I love having a mother. I love being a mother. I know exactly how fortunate I am in both cases, and I am so grateful for every moment.
There are times when I wish I had more children. Listening to Thor explain to his friend’s siblings that he is an only child brought those feelings to the surface, today. But I have this one. And this one is an excellent one. I am extremely fortunate.
The Outside Lane 