Thank you. Being a mom has been one of my greatest privileges.
Because of the article, I’ll also note that my father was adopted. On his deathbed, sometime during his last day, he appeared to have a vision of his mother. We don’t know which one. We think it was his birth mother because he called her “Mama”, and not “Mother” which is how he referred to his adoptive mother. So that sort of fits in with this article.
My own mother was a saintly person. She set a pretty high bar.
Happy Mother’s Day to all our FReeper Moms.
Thanks for your story.