Making Momma Proud
The world changes, but I feel the same
Right now, FIFTY-THREE years ago, my mother became a mother for the first of three times.
I guess I was such a terrific kid she just had to have two more.
I don’t celebrate birthdays, I never have… (well, there was a baseball themed ice cream cake from Dairy Queen when I was 6 or 7) but every year my mom calls me to remind me how proud she is.
One year she forgot. I was surprised at how disappointed I was.
I hope I keep making her proud.
❤️
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Into every life a little light will shine. Thank you for being my luminance in whatever capacity you may. Shine on, you brilliant souls!
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