You made me cry…a lot
Hollie and me – 1987. No apologies for the hair and glasses because 1987.
I wanted that last piece of pie…cake…cookie
Hollie, Zoë and me, 1992. Yes, those are matching Christmas sweaters. A gift. Funny how my darling husband didn’t receive one.
Hollie, Zoë, Abby and me, 1994. One child might never forgive me for this picture.
I was always afraid…still am…don’t judge, especially if you are not my child.
Hollie, Zoë, Abby, Jodie and us, 1996. Apparently we didn’t realize just how busy we were then as people told us ALL THE TIME that “we must be busy.
I know that I am not perfect.
And the Family Circus is completed, 2002. Also the year where any doubts of me being a perfect Mother were solidly squashed. Have a teenager and you will understand.
I watched you as you slept…still do.
I carried you a lot longer than nine months.
It broke my heart every time you cried.
I put you first.
I would do it all over again…times five…to the infinity power.
Kids, I can’t begin to express my gratitude that I get to be your Mother, Mommy, Mom, times five…to infinity and beyond.
I thank you all for calling me Mama, Mommy, Mom, Mommy Dearest, OMG-Mom, Mother; and, thank you , for needing me, teaching me, forgiving me, loving me, accepting me, modeling me and, most of all, amazing me because I get to say that I am Mom to these five remarkable people.
BONUS!! I have to say that I must be a pretty okay mom because these two perfectly, exquisite children call me Mima…and give the best hugs.