The Love of a Mother

After my previous post I need to write something nice.  This post is about my mother.  It could not have been easy raising six children.  Our births spanned twenty years of her life.  My oldest brother was close to nineteen when our "baby" was born.  Oh the horror!  My mother believes that she raised us all the same and loves us all equally.  But I question that, since I am her favorite!  My mother has always said "I just want you to be happy".  That could not have been easy for her to say sometimes, but I know she means it.    My mother has also always said don't ask for my opinion if you don't want to hear what I have to say.

In my own pain over the passing of Prop 8 I sent an e-mail to just about everyone one I know about it and my Mommy Dearest was the only one who responded and here is some of what she had to say:

I just was not sure what to say to you so I just thought about it for a while.  Just think my child how far this has come in just a few short years.  Things are changing and you will be seeing it more and more and some day when you look back it will seem a short time.  It all depends where you are looking from. 

I just hope that like most things my mother has told me, that this will also prove to be true.