Ode to Mothers
I can not think back to a time when I did not want to be a mom. There is no greater gift and joy. Oftentimes cumbersome caught between heart and mind and the choices one has to make. If you think about it, you are who you are, by that woman, that one matriarch type that molded your emotional and mental state in your earliest of years. Whether it be your actual mother, it is the woman who cared for you the most, that instilled your beginnings. that will forever bring forefront, the word...MOM to mind. After the death of mom in 1968 there were no questions on who would step in and take over. My mom's mother stepped right in never missing a beat. Effortlessly self-less she picked up pieces of overwhelming emotion cared and loved my sister and me while grieving at a capacity I don't think we will ever really know. There was no other way in her eyes to see it and or any other way it was to be had! Although I would always refer to her as gram somewhere in the back of my...