Love Of A Mother Over a decade ago at a Mother’s Day event – brunch, supper, something with lots of food – I heard a woman declare that it would be the saddest day of her life if her children did not celebrate her on that special day. The depth of her emotions as she made that declaration moved me in a perplexing way. On the one hand, being a mother myself, I could understand the pain of not hearing from my daughter on a special occasion. Yet being a
Reluctant Ones Let us get this straight. I am not vain or anything. At least I do not think so. It was as simple as this: the idea of being a grandma just never crossed my mind – not in any serious or deliberated way. My baby girl was my baby girl and her having a baby or babies for that matter was not something that I seriously contemplated. When I learned off her pregnancy, two thoughts came to mind. Knowing her medical history, I was concerned for her safety.