Good morning, Readers.
I know I don't usually post on a Sunday.
Today is, however, an exception.
Today is Mother's Day, and I want to reach out and thank all mothers. Raising a child is scary and hard and goodness knows few enough can do it. So I raise my glass to all those who are doing it and have done it.
I particularly want to express my love and gratitude for my own mother, who worked really hard to bring not just one, but four children into this world; four children who I think are pretty awesome people all things considered!
I know I was a difficult child; not in the sense of always getting into trouble. No. I actually didn't get into trouble much at all - not in school, not with the law...
But I must have worried the crap out of her, what with my temper and my depression and my anti-socialness (it's now a word) and my general disinterestedness in what other kids considered fun.
She never stopped being there for me. Even now, when things get difficult, I still need to call my Mum, and she still lends her ear and much needed love.
She never stopped encouraging me. Even now, despite my hair-brained scheme of trying to make a living writing fiction. She's always there with pompoms, cheering me on.
My mother is one of the most wonderful human beings on the planet.
I love you, Mum. Thank you for everything you have done, and still do. You're a wonder.
I know I don't usually post on a Sunday.
Today is, however, an exception.
Today is Mother's Day, and I want to reach out and thank all mothers. Raising a child is scary and hard and goodness knows few enough can do it. So I raise my glass to all those who are doing it and have done it.
I particularly want to express my love and gratitude for my own mother, who worked really hard to bring not just one, but four children into this world; four children who I think are pretty awesome people all things considered!
I know I was a difficult child; not in the sense of always getting into trouble. No. I actually didn't get into trouble much at all - not in school, not with the law...
But I must have worried the crap out of her, what with my temper and my depression and my anti-socialness (it's now a word) and my general disinterestedness in what other kids considered fun.
She never stopped being there for me. Even now, when things get difficult, I still need to call my Mum, and she still lends her ear and much needed love.
She never stopped encouraging me. Even now, despite my hair-brained scheme of trying to make a living writing fiction. She's always there with pompoms, cheering me on.
My mother is one of the most wonderful human beings on the planet.
I love you, Mum. Thank you for everything you have done, and still do. You're a wonder.
Mothers, overworked, overwhelmed and still able to love. They're super heroes. Image courtesy of 1ms.com. Click for link.
Ciao!
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