My Mommy and Me

I wrote this last year and it still stands...

A million thanks go out to the woman who has put up with this look for thirty-seven 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 several times without a single complaint. Claimed she actually enjoyed it.

Happy Mother's Day, Mom. You are everything I hope to be and more.

Except I'd like to avoid the enemas.