Mother's Own

Today is my mother’s birthday. I am prodigiously proud of her. She married the man who would become my father, knowing she would eventually be his caregiver and his widow. She helped Daddy earn his PhD while raising toddlers. For years she has served selflessly in many church callings. She found time to earn a college degree and a teaching certificate with teenagers underfoot. She was one of the best elementary school teachers I’ve ever met. Every week she conducts the hymns in her church, she babysits my grandson, and she serves as a hospital volunteer. She patiently encouraged me to take quilting classes with her, in spite of my claims that I’d never be good at “that sort of thing.” She was always supportive of my endeavors, no matter how crazy they were. Thank you, Mother. And happy birthday!