I have a very close relationship with my mother. She raised 8 of us after my father died, working 16 hour days for 20 years I still don’t know how she did it. We always had more than enough food. Were well dressed and raised to respect God and country. She required us to master English and Spanish. Anyone who spoke to her would not instantly recognize her intelligence, as Spansih being her native tongue, she shines in her mother language.
My mom in sick in the hospital, she is 86. She has a hematoma in her esophagus and with the grace of God we hope she well be fine.
So I dedicate this thread to my Mom, to all Mom’s, young and old, from sons and daughters, young and old, that appreciation for all they have endured and given could reflected upon and contemplated. Time keeps passing by, can’t stop it, so, maybe sometimes, it can be too late. If your reading this and have not told you Mom you love her, do, there is no time like the present.