Happy Mother's Day!

Something special from my own mother. It means more to me than I could ever express. I am the mother I am because of her.


The definition of the word, PRIDE, is to be the Mom of the Mom. Sure, there is that incredibly special relationship that you share with that gorgeous human being known as your grandson, but there are few words to adequately describe that feeling you encounter when you watch your own child mother him. After all, there have been few days gone bywhen you didn’t wonder at one time or another if you did a good job with her. “Did I give her enough of my time? Was I there for her the way I should have been?” You can’t help but constantly ask yourself if you gave her what she needed to be able to go forth and “parent” herself. I mean, it was your job to make sure that she was nurtured,fed and kept safe from harm. You know you had to be ultimately responsible to instill agood value system by giving her the opportunity to explore her own spirituality and ponder her own moral fortitude. But looking back was it all that calculated? Did you dothose things? Better yet, did you do them correctly?

The picture is worth a thousand words. You know how you did when you see what she
does and this Mother’s Day I have to give myself a great big pat on the back. Atta girl! As I always told her, “there is no greater love.” I love you, baby. Happy Mother’s Day!