The holiness of motherhood

2019-05-12T00:18:23-04:00May 11th, 2019|Categories: Hamilton Spectator|Tags: , , , , , |10 Comments

There’s something holy about motherhood. My father’s tears remind me. My wife’s steadiness reminds me. Even my mother, in her long absence, reminds me.There we are sitting in a meadow in Berlin. A large book is on my lap. My mother is teaching me to read. We’re enjoying each other. She tickles me.