On mother's day, this, from Lois McMaster Bujold's Shards of Honor:"Nine months of pregnancy, two years of diapering, and that's just the beginning. Tens of thousands of meals, thousands of bedtime stories, years of school. Dozens of teachers. A lot of people went into making him."
For all the mothers who have put their children to bed tonight, for all the mothers whose children are far away and who wait in the darkness in hope that the next morning will find them still alive, for all the mothers who will be there tomorrow morning with love and kindness, hope and encouragment, gentle hands and soft kisses. For all of us who were made the men and women we are, as good as we are, as thoughtful and loving as we try to be, by the mothers who brought us from cradle to doorpost readying us to step off into a world that they helped make ready for us...
Here's a draft and a sippy to them.
Here's to my love, Mojolicious, always the Mother of Our Year, from Peeper and I, and...
To The Mothers! May they always be the making of us!
2 comments:
Aaack. I haven't checked in with you and the Mojo and the Peeps in wayyyy too long. Mother's Day (a happy belated one to the Mo) and a birthday (high five little man!) and, most importantly....your play by play of the St. John's Parade. Hmmmm...homesick. I talked to another good friend last night that made it a full day by going to the Portway Tavern's Customer Appreciation Day festivities following the parade. Big day out!! Thinking of you guys. Hugs.
What a loving tribute, Chief. And the photo - a draft and a sippy cup - respresent your family well. Where did you learn to write so well - a minor in creative writing, was it?
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