Mother's Day, 1956, my son was a toddler and the holiday officially became mine for the very first time. This weekend will mark the 60th year I've been honored as a mother.
Sixty years filled with my lofty dreams and good intentions.
Sixty years of failing to reach impractical goals.
I'm forever haunted by the few mistakes I came close to making ... as well as the tons of mistakes I did make.
I did a thousand things right for every one thing I did wrong, but those figures are small comfort to me now.
I wanted to be a perfect mother.
My children deserved perfect.
email: MelindaGerner@yahoo.com
