Having plumbed the depths of love, guilt and sorrow in a 2012 tribute to my mother brought on by a visit to my childhood home, I pretty much ignored mothers day on this blog for the last two years.
Behind all your stories is always your mother’s story.
Because hers is where yours begin.
~ Mitch Albom
It’s not easy being a mother.
If it were easy, fathers would do it.”
~ From The Golden Girls-
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, I am my mother after all!
My mother’s menu consisted of two choices:
Take it or leave it.
~ Buddy Hackett-
If evolution really works, how come mothers
only have two hands? ~ Milton Berle
(This matriarch, incidentally, manages brilliantly with just one,
having lost the other in a poachers trap.)-
Don’t ever tell the mother of a newborn
that her baby’s smile is just gas.
~ Jill Woodhull-
Mothers are fonder than fathers of their children because
they are more certain they are their own.
And to all young two legged mothers out there, and especially to my dear frazzled daughter who I haven’t spoken to for five uninterrupted minutes ever since her second offspring learnt to speak:
A suburban mother’s role is to deliver children obstetrically once, and by car forever after.”
~ Peter De Vries
That too shall pass. But I can attest with some authority that you will be surprised by the intensity of your longing to be back in that driver’s seat when it does. Happy Mothers Day!