My personal history of Mother's Day, via pictures:
This is my maternal grandmother, Grandmom. I'm the child between my grandparents with sand all over heself. My older brother is sitting on Grandmom's lap. I'm pretty sure it was at Long Beach, WA, where they owned property. I remember driving out onto the beach (which you can't do any more), and even this old station wagon of my grandparents...or maybe I just remember the pictures.
Wait, how did this get in here? Hmm... Just a gratuitous picture of my dad and me that I couldn't resist. And one of my sisters where, if you didn't know us, you'd think us, well , I don't know what you'd think us, but whatever it is, you'd probably be wrong, except about me. Anyway, have a chuckle on me, ( family!):
On to the other, more significant, part of Mother's Day:
E and me: she's about 2 1/2. Beve always called this his award winning photo.
J and me sharing a moment his first Christmas.
SK at about 3 years old, sitting pensively on our back deck.
So, to those who mothered me, and to those I've had the privilege of mothering, thank you. God knew what I needed when He gave me this life. For better or worse. It's always that way. My children are always the better!