Sunday was Mother's Day and I was joined by my sons, newly returned from a 17 month journey through Australasia. It was wonderful. Having them back is a gift. They bring meaning to my life in a way no one else can. This obvious truth was patently present during their absence. Being a mom is a wonderful thing. It may not be for everyone but, for me, it has changed my life for the better.
My mother was an incredibly loving person. She rarely judged anyone, let alone me. Other people didn't seem to bother her. I am grateful for her loving hand. Were it not for her, I might be exactly like my dad: judgmental, outspoken, sometimes quite rude. As it is, I always have hope I may temper those dominant qualities with her gentle approach.
I miss her more than I can say.
I miss her more than I can say.
