It is a rare occasion when Mom has her brood together!
Years may go by, but we still slip easily back into our roles...
Big Brother,
The Boss,
Big Brother,
The Boss,
The Baby,
and
Mom: Our Rock.
Mom: Our Rock.
(in case you're wondering, I am The Baby, ha!)
Mom would tell you
she was not
a good mom.
She was.
She is.
Mom,
Wherever we are,
you have always been
and
you will always be
the strength, courage and heart
within us.
(I'm the Favorite one, okay?)
4 comments:
A rock? Well, if so, a crumbling rock with a lot of cracks......
But thank you, Pam. I love you.
Pam dear...What a lovely tribute to your wonderful mom! Beautifully written,so true, and complete with "Pam" humor!
xxx and ooo...Auntie Beatsy
Comment 2 is from me, Auntie Beatsy! I must have hit the button for anonymous by mistake!
Pam I wholeheartly agree with everything you said about mom
She tends to minimize the positive influnce she has had on the 3 of us over the years
I really enjoyed being together as a family. hopefully we can do it again soon.
Love Fred
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