Happy Mother’s Day

Happy Mother’s Day

Like most husbands and sons, Mother’s Day often sneaks up on me until I’m at the food store and the Mother’s Day display of chocolates and flowers and stuffed bears gently reminds me Mother’s Day is Sunday.

Despite my shortsightedness, I’m forever grateful for the moms in my life.

More than anyone else, my mom and my wife have endured my illness with me. They have sat with me in waiting rooms, comforted me when I was scared, and offered encouragement when I was at my lowest.

I get it– everyone is biased. Everyone feels they’ve been blessed with the best mom on Earth.

So I spent Mother’s Day evening thinking– what makes a good mom?

Sure good moms are patient and empathetic and loving and supportive. They hang your accomplishments on the refrigerator door, fill the storage on their phone with pictures of you, and hug you when you need it most.

But I believe a good mom is always present.

Not in a “let-me-show-you-how-to-do-this” way. But good moms are quietly present. Like the way you stare up at sky on the cloudy night and still know the moon is up there, somewhere, looking back at you. Forever shining. Forever reminding you that you’re not alone.

Happy Mother’s Day and thanks to all the moms for always being there.

Be well,


My wife and children at the baseball field.
Mom and I in 1983.

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