I sit here, my sixth time being celebrated as a mother, and cannot help but reflect on my own mother and all that she’s done for me, taught me, showed me and sacrificed for me. She’s kind, beautiful, driven, creative, smart, stylish, so-Southern and, most of all, loves her girls with all her being. And I want to be just. like. her. Just like my own mom. She’s the best in every sense of the word.
When she was a little girl in her first ballet recital she surely never dreamed she’d have two ballerinas of her own.
Happy Mother’s Day, Marme. I love you so much!
Now, I must go tend to the littles that made me a mother myself. Don’t you just adore Mother’s Day!