I Had The World’s Meanest Mother
I am thinking about Mothers Day and how blessed Peter and I were to be raised by such wonderful mothers. I am thankful every day that we both had “mean mothers” who loved us.
This poem from a 1970’s newspaper article will help you to understand what a mean mother is.
Here they are, with our son Matthew. They are both actively involved in our kids lives, which means so much to me.
They are my role models. I hope to be like them some day.