When I was a little girl, I slipped on your fancy red shoes
And your very best dress and pretended I was the Mother. Now with children of my own, I know how difficult Your shoes are to fill.
How did you know how to counsel me when I made mistakes?
To console me when my heart was breaking?
Or guide me in the direction of my strengths and appreciate the strengths in others? This year as we celebrate Mother's Day I wonder, what made you this wise, loving, resilient woman. Let's celebrate this day together, you and I. Over lunch--my treat!--tell me the stories of your youth, your hopes, your dreams. I cannot think of a better way to wish you Happy Mother's Day! |
