Every year on this day, I drag out my memory box. It’s full of scraps of paper, school programs, report cards… and Mother’s Day cards.
The home-made ones are my faves. I know they were cut out with pudgy-fingered tiny hands weilding safety scissors. they promised me undying love, chore duty tickets, hugs and kisses.
For all of you mothers, I hope you have your own memory box. Go dig it out.
Happy Mother’s Day!