A Heritage of Mothers
Only my husband still remembers that when I was a teenager, I said I wanted to have six children. SIX. Also, recently my daughter and I asked each other what we thought we would be if we didn’t become writers. She told me she would have gone into child care.
I believe that someone can only come to these kinds of conclusions when they have been born into a long heritage of absolutely wonderful mothers.
This is a true test.
I’ve since come to realize having an adept and caring mother is the most defining factor in a person’s life.
I didn’t go on to have six children, but that’s not the point. The point is I had such
an outstanding mother that, if practicality had warranted, I thought I might have inherited
the ability to mother more and more and more children… just keep ’em coming. And she’s the reason why. Because she was this amazing example, who to this day can make me feel better just with the sound of her voice.
A lot of Mother’s Day messages talk about all the sacrifices and such that they acknowledge their mothers made, etc. Well, of course, my mother made sacrifices up the wazoo. But she never made it feel that way for a moment. She made it feel like she was just having the gosh-darn most rollicking fun time with us, even when we drove her crazy. I don’t know too many people who laughed more. And we still have fun.
THANK YOU, MOM!!!!