Daily I express gratitude to Mama by striving to do so in words and deeds, always mindful of what she was and, in my heart, still is: All mother — all the time.
Even though my mother has been in the Lord’s eternal embrace twenty-five years, daily I say to her picture, “Thanks, Mama.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson once said, “Men are what their mothers made them.” Pondering his words, I ask myself, “If I am what Mama made me, how did she make me?” She did it by being all mother — all the time. To honor her on Mother’s Day, I offer a few of the many thanks, too numerous to number.