Moms of my grandchildren, I adore both.
The latter? It’s obvious, they’re adorable and, well, I’m the Nani, fill in superlatives.
But the Moms? I feast my mind on just how good they are at it.
Work full time. Nurse.
Keep track of the patience so there’s some left when they get home.
They’re present to use a yoga term.
They nurture to use a birding term.
They are in tune, to use a cello term.
I love you, dear mothers.