Mother’s Day

I always love those crime shows where a suspect meticulously cleans up a crime scene only to have the evidence show up under a black light.  The impact of a mom is kind of like that. You can deny it all you want, but the evidence is always there.

I was blessed to have a great mom.  Not a perfect mom — the only perfect mom was on Leave it To Beaver and she had dozens of screenwriters and makeup artists to make her that way. But I wouldn’t ask for any other mom. And I’m definitely her child.  It kind of happens when you swim in someone’s gene pool.

My sons are also blessed to have a great mom. She, of course, has three boys and fears that someday they will forget her.  I can’t see it happening. They need her like oxygen.

They were blessed with her looks.  Then the list gets a little more mixed from that point on.  Different facets of her personality show up in them depending on the day in each of them.  It’s fun to watch.

Yesterday they told me why they loved her: She’s funny. She doesn’t spoil them. She’s a good cook. She plays games with them. She loves them.  I don’t think they are going to be forgetting her anytime soon.

I hope you have a good Mother’s Day. I know we will here.  I won’t even need a black light to figure out why I need to celebrate.