Dog-Eared Poetry
A million thanks go out to the woman who has put up with this look for thirty-six years.
She rocked, changed diapers, and rolled her eyes - cried, praised, and threw up hands in despair - encouraged, empowered, and counseled to no avail. A few times, she even administered an enema. This past week alone, she babysat her grandsons without a single complaint. Claimed she actually enjoyed it.
Last night, she endured The Big Lebowski and laughed despite herself. This morning she helped two little boys fix me breakfast in bed. Happy Mother's Day, Mom. You are everything I hope to be and more.
Except I'd like to avoid the enemas.
4 Comments:
With friends like you, who needs enemas?
3 cheers for Noreen/Nana/MomsInLaw. She's more than fantastic and one of the best people I know. Plus, she owes me bigtime for taking you off of her hands.
I think she'll probably cooperate with you on that last request.
Really nice. Great photograph, too. A picture really CAN paint a thousand words...
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