Every mother’s day is the same for me. I get to sleep in late and have a leisurely coffee as my incredible children work together to make me a beautiful brunch with flowers, bagels, donuts, and all of my favorites.

As I am hiding in my room waiting for the awesome production to be complete, I reflect on how fortunate I am and how sad I am not to have my mama here to celebrate with us too.

On Friday night, I saw Dr. Strange in the Multiverse of Madness with my son. Time travel and multiverses are topics that have always fascinated me.

More than once, I have fantasized about the concept and I like to play the game, “If I could go back in time for one day, which would I pick?”

As I get older, the answer becomes more clear. I get in the DeLorean or ask Dr. Strange to cast a spell and I’m transported to July 1st, 1987. It’s the beginning of summer and we’ve just arrived in Spain. 

We’re in my Abuela’s tiny apartment and I can hear the clanking of pots and pans, the sizzle of olive oil and the smell of garlic and fresh bread wafting through her apartment as she prepares the next delicious meal. 

We gather around the table and spend two hours enjoying a feast fit for a King.

There was always so much food and wine and talking, lots and lots of fast talking, but mostly there was laughter and love. I can still hear my abuela and mom reminiscing about something that makes them laugh so hard they cry. 

We had six weeks of family, food, fun and those memories will be with me forever. Those bi-annual trips to Spain taught me the importance of family and roots. They opened my mind and heart to doing different things, meeting new people, trying new foods and immersing myself in another culture. It sparked my love for travel and I’m forever grateful for the experiences we had growing up.

As much as I’d love to go back in time, the truth is, I don’t need it. I only need to close my eyes and all of those beautiful memories come pouring back in. The heart is its own special kind of time machine.

Mother’s day is always bittersweet. We are the fierce, protective, loving moms because of our own mamas, but we’d give anything to still have them here supporting us, cheering us on, loving us-like only a mama can do.

I am beyond blessed with my own 4 children. The love I have isn’t x 4, it’s x 4 million. Every moment, every day, every friend of theirs, every mom or teacher or coach I’ve met through them embodies love and grace and my life is exponentially richer.

Happy Mother’s Day and thank you to all the mom’s who help make my life so beautiful!