Updated: May 17
My mother, who is the last remaining sibling out of 18 in both her and my dad’s family, will be 97 in September.
She lives alone in her apartment, makes quilts as a hobby, types regular letters to each of her 5 adult children on a creaky old typewriter, just recently switched from an ever growing conservative CNN to the more liberal MSNBC, finishes a crossword puzzle in ink each day, reads books, keeps a close eye on our family farm that she still controls, has never voted for a Republican, has broken both hips and recovered nicely, and when the weather is good, drives herself 30 miles on Sundays to the rural church where she has been a member for over 75 years.
Regardless of who they are or what they do, we honor all of our mothers today for the gift of life and the opportunity to be here and do good work.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom!