Somehow I was lucky enough to be born as this woman's daughter. She has been an example of tremendous grace, love, strength, and faith to me. I wrote her a poem a few years ago and framed it, with pressed flowers, and gave it to her for Mother's Day. I was going to re-print it here for you to read and copy if you wanted to...but I can't find it! So then I was going to sneak into her house while she was at the beach this week, grab the poem off the wall, copy it quickly, then return it to the wall before she got home. But, she hurt her back at the beach and had to come home early. My plans of MacGuyver-like escapades were thwarted. So, you will just have to imagine a lovely, sentimental poem that basically credits my mom for a big part of who I am today. Wait...perhaps I should just write another poem...hmmm...don't have a lot of time or inspiration at the moment...but I'll give it a shot, right here on the world wide web:
Roses are red, violets are blue - You're a great mom and I love chocolate.
Hmm, something doesn't seem quite right. Let me try a different version:
Roses are red, violets are blue - Love you so much, you know it's factual.
Nope, that's not quite right either. How about this one:
Roses are red, violets are blue - I may be a cheeseball, but I love you!
Woohoo! I did it! "I made a rhyme!" as my daughter says. Happy Mother's Day to my Mom...and my mother-in-law...and to all the other great mothers out there who work so hard, day in and day out, hoping that one day their kids will grow up to be decent people, love God, and write about them on their blogs. :-)