I know a lot of great ladies. And I know many wonderful women who were mothers and, to me, strong maternal influences. I wouldn’t be the guy I am without any of them — grandmothers and family friends and my friends’ mothers. I should probably apologize to most all of them for wherever I come up short. Despite the limitations of who they were working with, they managed to do things big and small to help raise me a bit here and there.
My mom, of course, remains the best of them all:
Happy Mother’s Day to all of them, and to all of the many wonderful mothers who try so hard to turn us into upstanding people. Some of the time we listen. Some of the time it sticks. Later, a lot more of it comes back to us. That’s when we figure out how lucky we are.
