Before I started my day I watched “Google Doodle marks Apollo 11's 50th anniversary of moon landing”.
Who would have dreamed, 50 years ago, that our smartphones would be millions of times more powerful than those used take the men to the moon?
My guess is that you probably weren't even here on that day, or can even imagine how primitive life was, so let me tell you a little about what that day was like for me.
What the other 530 million didn’t see, however, was what made that day so memorable for me. As I watched, I looked down to see my unborn son roll from right to left and turn somersaults, as if to remind me that the 'mothership' was getting too small and that he would soon need to go “extravehicular.”
And so he was born on August 17, 1969, and my journey into motherhood began. There is no way I could have imagined the next 50 years.
My advice...don’t try. Live every day...let them unfold...and enjoy the mystery.
To my firstborn...you were my first step to my walk on the moon!
Your Chief Mother Officer,