Mother's Day means ...
So, Mother's Day is coming up. It snuck up on me this year. I truly thought it was next weekend. I certainly think of my own mother and wish her a Happy Mother's Day. Happy Mother's Day, Mom. :-) And then my thoughts turn to my children. They look nothing like me, yet they are my children. Segunda can't stand the stringy bit of peel that sticks to oranges but loves oranges - just like me. Prima needs alone time to gather her energy - just like me. Segunda loves broccoli - not like me at all at that age. Prima loves being physically active: running, skiing, karate, Chinese dance - not like me at all at any age. My heart overflows with love for them often. And my patience often leaks out my ears as the rage seeps in when the whining ticks up one more notch and the shouting matches go to volume 11. But I love them so and can't picture my life without them. They make me happy beyond measure. But there are two moms out there who are living without them. And I a...