I start this Mother’s Day with a brief bit of ingratitude. For the wonderfully free weekend that I quickly lost to rehearsal, a softball double-header, and extended visits with family. The peaceful end to my restless week became extremely . . . and fretfully. . . eventful.
But I end it with gratitude to my mother. And to my almost mother-in-law. I thank my almost-mom for giving me her son, who is my beam of strength, despite our mutual current life struggles. I thank her for accepting me quickly and warmly into her house and for accepting me as I am.
And I thank my own mother. Though we have frequently butt heads as we struggled for control, and though I know that I will never share a bond like the one she and my sister share, I know that she does — and always will – love me unconditionally. She is the faithful, wise listener who I know I can always turn to and who always knows exactly what to say.
I love you, Mom. I’m glad that I have you as my mother.