How to Do Old Right

That's my mom there on the far right in the brown plaid shirt  with some the neighborhood kids.

  
  My mom's not normal.  She's 88 years old and should be resting comfortably in her chair watching the Price is Right and taking little naps.  Normal would mean she should be forgetting what she just talked about and repeating it every time you saw her. And she really should need some help getting things done around her house.
  But no - not even a little.  She not only knows what's going on - she makes goings on happen. Twice a week she volunteers at Meals on Wheels (because she likes to help the old people who can't still cook) and at the local hospital (because she gets bored staying home all the time)  She still teaches pre-school Sunday School at church, complete with crafts and glue and potty breaks.  
  And every summer, much to the neighborhood kids delight, she holds a Backyard Bible Club.  The kids run up each afternoon at 1:00 for Bible stories and cookies and games.  
  No, she' not normal and I'm so glad.  (remind me to tell you about my Dad who keeps my wild mom going!)

Just the Way it Always Is

 It's Mother's Day and as much as I appreciate all the blessings and gifts from my children, my thoughts are mostly on my mom.  She has given me the gift of living easily - no worries from my past, no regrets...just encouragement and  joy for life and knowing that she approves of me fully and without reserve.  In this picture from when I was two I see  the same feelings between us that we shared today while we sat together on her porch.  I love her and she loves me.