(The picture is from a bakery in Japan. It says, “Mama Pan”. They got the word for bread, “pan” for the Portuguese. And I am not sure which language they got “mama”. It is cute to see a mother’s face on bread.)
I am thinking this day how fortunate that my mom is 91 and still with me. I don’t see her much but I am able to talk to her on the phone. She is still quick witted and cheerful. She had five sons and I kid her that I am the favorite one. (I don’t think she is buying it.)
I won’t turn this into a maudlin post but would love to hear some great little anecdotes of your thoughts on the one who bore you. I am a firm believer that recalling things honors people. To use the Sock motif, my mother loomed large in my life. I am struggling to come up with a good story about her to add to the comments. There are too many.