In memory of mom

Well, today is Mother's Day. No, not muthas day, but the real one.

This is my second Mother's day after my mom's passing. She died last January. I am very lucky & blessed to have known her for over 4 decades. I mean that. I really lucked out, in the mom department. Well, at least the second time. I really don't know anything about my birth mom. I was adopted. But, like I said above, I really lucked out with the mom who raised me. She always had a warm spot reserved for babies. She adored them. Perhaps that was partly because she had a hysterectomy at a young age due to a car accident in her teens. I'm guessing that being deprived of the ability to conceive children, that this made babies all the more precious to her. Thus, both my sister and myself really got extra special attention as babies.

Indeed, all babies were her pride & joy, whether it was puppies, baby seals, or my nephew who was treated to that same nurturing love by her. She took the time and the attention to really listen to you and to marvel at whatever you had to say, even if it was a bark, a chirp, or a whimper.

As a child my mom & I shared many good times together. She adored me and I adored her. When my sister was adopted, I was no longer the baby and naturally her attentions shifted more to my sister's needs. I got to spend more time with my dad and that is who I have to thank for my love of the great outdoors and sports. Both parents contributed to my love of music.

Nonetheless, when I fell, got in a fight with a schoolyard bully, or stepped on a rusty nail, I could always count on mom to disinfect the wound, patch me up, give me a hug and send me right back outside to reconquer the world.

Thanks mom for all the love, kindness and nurturing that you treated me with for such a long time. This has made a wonderful difference in my life. You truly did a great job ! It is not forgotten, nor are you. I love you mom and always will.