Mothers

In 1973 my third child was born... the third in four years. About seven months later on May 12, 1974 Erma Bombeck's column was titled
When God Created Mothers. In the way that only Erma could do, she wrote from her heart exactly the things I needed to read.

Three or four years later I was a veteran of the Special Needs Wars. My third child suffered brain damage from a difficult birth and then more damage when she suffered a skull fracture in an accident at six weeks. Every word in Special Mothers spoke to my troubled heart. For the first time in a long time I didn't feel like a failure.

So on this Mother's Day, if your mom is still around call her up and tell her how much you love her. And if she's not, call up someone else's mother and tell them how much you appreciate the great job they are doing--or have done.

Mother--it's the toughest job in the world.

anny

PS: That third child? She got married on Friday. And that's special.