Mother's Day. It has been 9 years since my mother died. April 2001. She was almost 85. I came late in her life and a second marriage. I can not say it was 'strange' growing up with a Mother who was in her 50's. That was all I knew. We had wonderful times in the late '60s - going out to dinner, driving around the Haight in San Francisco, going to junk stores looking for antiques, teaching me to sew.
I married and left. We grew apart. The last years were tough as she slipped into dementia from a stroke. The picture above was from one of the few times she visited me in Seattle in 1983.
Take time this weekend to celebrate your mother.