Everyone thinks their Mom is the best. I am no exception. My Mom's name is Jeanne and she is very special. She grew up during the Depression and taught me the value of being frugal and to not be wasteful. My Mom was always there for me growing up. When I was little, if I had a nightmare, I would always call out for Mom and she always came to comfort me. I had terrible asthma when I was young, and I remember my Mom holding me in her arms, telling me it would be OK while we waited for the medicine to work. When I sprained my ankle at basketball, Mom brought me to the ER and then treated me to pizza on the way home. She typed my term papers while I was in college. She was a secretary for a psychiatrist, and was an excellent typist. But she stayed after work to do that for me on many occasions. It was an incredible help to me because I was the world's worst typist. Whenever I need a voice of reason, I call my Mom and she is always there to reassure me. She still does that to this day.
During the holidays, she really shined. She would go all out decorating the house and create such a wonderful holiday atmosphere for all of us. And her cooking...it was to die for. Roast Prime Rib and Yorkshire pudding every Christmas. Keeping those traditions gave me wonderful memories growing up that I'll never forget...thanks to my Mom.
My sister called me on Wednesday to tell me Mom was being admitted to the hospital. She has pneumonia. It's not her first battle with it, and as always, I'm worried about her. It's really sad it had to happen just before Mother's Day. If you get a chance, send some positive thoughts to my Mom. I would really appreciate it.
To all the mothers out there...thanks for what you do everyday. You are so loved and appreciated.
Happy Mother's Day,