Mother's Day

The balloon that came with the Tiff's Treats I sent to her on her last Mother's Day. It was still on the mantel the morning of May 22, so she had it the last few days of her life.

It was still there the last time I was over.

I wish I'd have celebrated her more that day. I wish I'd celebrated her more the last two or three years when such things became harder and I became more and more resigned and a bit beaten down as well.

But good people (or at least better people than myself) do it, anyway. I wish I could have been there for her as fully as I'd been there for her the previous 30-odd years, but yes, yes... it takes effort from all sides.

Still, for her, being a mother was clearly and unabashedly the highlight of her life, her raison d'être. Even though she dreamed for more and hoped for more, her children gave her fulfillment and a sense of purpose in an otherwise often chaotic and unrelenting world.

She realized that some didn't even have that, and she was grateful.

Happy Mother's Day to Adrianna and all the mothers out there trying to do their best hour to hour and day to day.

We all love you.