Now, my mother raised me on the notion that “pretty is as pretty does,” and I have to say, even against this stringent standard, my mother is Beautiful, with a capital B.
And who would be up with you at 2 am to rub out the growing pains, even though she’d have to be at work bright and early the next morning. No matter what was for dinner, there was always enough for anyone we kids brought home. . .and sometimes we brought home friends who stayed through dinner and beyond.
Her two oldest grandsons might be taller than she is, but don’t ever doubt who’s in charge!
My mom would never be able to see this in herself — lots of complicated reasons for that — but she is one of the smartest women I know. All of my early manuscripts went to her for proofreading. And if she would only give herself the chance, she could write books to put me to shame.
I swear, Mother Teresa used my mom as a role model.