Happy Mother's Day to all of you moms out there who read this blog. My mom has been gone for 21 years now. I have to say that not a day goes by that I don't remember her in some way. She loved family. She loved to laugh and have a good time with us. She loved yellow roses. She was gentle and kind, honest and honorable. And she was loved.
This morning in church, our Pastor asked us to think of one thing that if someone asked, we could tell others what was special about our moms. I remembered when Mom taught me how to drive. I was 12. We lived in "b f egypt" (think way out in the country) on country roads. She used to take me out in the old Chevy and let me drive. She would sit right beside me "just in case," but that's how I learned to drive. Driver's Training in school was just a refresher course, and needed to get my license early and a discount on Dad's car insurance. By the time I was 16, I was driving up and down the country roads, and Mom had moved over on the other side of the front seat!
Many memories come back on Mother's Day. You see, I was born on Mother's Day, so that made the day extra special to both Mom and me.
So, I lift a glass (of Iced Tea) in memory of Mom. Miss ya, Mom!
A special Mother's Day to my daughter and daughter-in-law, too. Thank you both for giving me my wonderful grandchildren. And to another great mom, Curley. You and your family are very dear to me! Love you all!