Tonight my parents came over to celebrate Mom's 60th. I think it's hard for her to believe that number belongs to her, now. I have a hard time believing it, as well. In my mind, she will be perpetually 30-something. You know, the age when she was actively raising young children. I can see how time passes so quickly, and it won't be long before I'm there, really. She is a beautiful woman. Inside and out.
I'm sure a lot of women do this, but I find myself comparing my mothering skills to hers. I remember thinking, as a kid, that I wouldn't raise my voice or be demanding. Well, here I am now, realizing the amazing patience she had! I sure didn't appreciate it then. She put up with a lot of back-talking, attitude, rebellion, and resistance. But she made it through valiantly! I only hope I can do the same.