My mom!

All I am, or can be, I owe to my angel mother.
Abraham Lincoln

Lincoln’s mother may well have been an angel. For me, personally, an angelic mother sounds awfully boring. My own mother is — forgive me, Mom! — far from angelic. However, the main point of Lincoln’s sentiment holds true for me as well. All I am, all I can be is from my mom.

My mother is an amazing person. She doesn’t know that about herself but when I look back on what she has done, what she has accomplished, what she continues to do and be, I am truly dazzled by her. She has overcome some pretty profound hardships with grace and growth. She raised my sister and me to be strong, opinionated, prickly women with huge capacities for love. She taught me how to be a mother — and a damned good one, if I do say so myself.

I don’t always show it the way I should (see above comment about prickly) and I don’t always honor her the way I should but I do feel it. I love you, Mom! See you next weekend!