To My Mother (and all those others out there...)

Although my Mom knows nothing about this blog, I might send her the text to this one. After all, it's going to be all about her. You see, my Mom is the reason I believe in God, for I know without a doubt the One behind her HAS to be God. After all, without her, I wouldn't be here at all. As a cleft palate baby in the late 70s, many thought I wouldn't even live long. I couldn't have the operation to close the cleft until I was 2, and everything I ate was not "staying down," so to speak. So who was it that had the divine intuition to go to the hospital (after probably spending countless hours feeding me with a syringe with no success) to go get premie (sp?) bottle nipples? Who was the one who experimented for even more countless hours til she got just the right hole in those nipples so I could eat successfully, and live? You already know the answer...my mother.

When I was diagnosed with a mild neuromuscular disorder, it was my mother who was there. She was the one who told me everything was going to be ok, though she didn't really feel it at the moment. She's the one who has always kept me in her prayers and under her wing, who has sacrificed time and money and evrything else so that I could be what I am today. I just feel utterly blessed to have her, and I have to really stop and remember today that no matter the circumstance she is always at my back, always there...and not everyone has that...not at least in the form of a mother.

Mom, I love you very much. Happy mother's day.