Mother of My Heart

If you'd like to see a real life superhero I'll show you one. Sandra is my mother of the heart. We don't share any blood relation but don't say it too loudly-my heart doesn't know that.

Her life's experiences and wisdom give me much to learn from and much to be proud of. She's been knocked down by some of life's most potent blows but never knocked out. Breast cancer didn't have what it took. A child hood filled with who knows what didn't stop her. She's a fierce and tenacious advocate for children. Show her an underdog with odds stacked against them and she'll fight for them. Her loud and brave voice for sexually abused children founded an organization that has provided love, acceptance and healing for countless children through activity groups and a curriculum she created. Talk about a superhero.

Her compassion and love for what others overlook goes on like the energizer bunny. She's an awesome mom and a loyal friend. I consider myself extremely blessed to know her and be loved by her.

Isaac's first year was filled with hard, hard things. Two surgeries on your infant is not easy. She made them easier. It's amazing and a little alarming that she understands me so. (Honestly, is that a healthy thing?) She has a gift with words and they soothe the soul. Knowing you can be real with someone with absolutely no need to pretend something isn't hard is a priceless gift.

Thank you for your comfort, support, and for the way you believe in me. You are my wub-a-nub.

Amazing Mom

Mothers are wonderful gifts. I've been blessed with two of them. My bio mom, Brenda, loves me with a fervent love and is an out-of-this-world Nana! She has been through a lot and I'm proud of her.

Her road has not been an easy one. She was a single mom when I was born. She didn't have a Wayne (my too-good-to-be true husband) to hold her tightly and whisper reassuring words in her ear. Lots of things were stacked against her but she kept me, even though some said she shouldn't, and I'm oh so glad she did. My easy-to-see wonderfulness shows what an outstanding job she did raising me. (Apart from a weak focus on humility her parenting seems to be quite solid.)

Because of her lavish love and support I've been able to conqueor and succeed at anything I set my mind to. (In a rare state of shyness and humility I will refrain from listing the many things I find myself to be good at. Besides, who would have the strength to get through a list so long?)

Thanks, Mom. I love you.