Thirty years ago today, she became a mom and I became… well, me.
I’m thinking of all the wonderful women who’ve mothered me today, but I’m feeling especially grateful for Mom, who taught me what are still probably the most important lessons in life:
That what I own is nothing compared to what I do.
That anything worth having is worth earning through hard work.
That I can learn anything.
To value and love people.
Not to let other people limit what I do with my life.
To make my own happiness.
To always be able to see the funny side of life.
And of course, the therapeutic value of a good cleaning rampage.
To Mom (and to those other unfortunate souls stuck with trying to mother my stubborn ass in one way or another), thank you for everything! I love you.