A Rockin’ Mother’s Day

This post really should have been written earlier and auto-posted today, but I’m pretty sure I learned procrastination from my mother, so it’s all in keeping with the theme of the day.

I really want to call her and ask her to scan some really cool pictures  from our childhood but since she and Dad have been home sick all day I’ll be a considerate daughter and leave her alone.  That’s pretty rare (the part where I am considerate, not the part where I call and tell ask her to do things for me.)

This is a picture from when she was the cutest thing on the face of the earth.  I have lots of those. It doesn’t really matter when the picture was taken because our mother is cute, cute, cute all the time.  Have you seen her?  If not, just look for the blondest head bobbing around in the crowd.  That’s her.  Cute eh?

The hair trick has always been helpful.  Her hair is now white, not blonde, but don’t tell her, we don’t think she knows.  And it probably doesn’t matter since it’s always been exactly the same color.  Her coiffure earned her the nickname “Grandma” at age nine.

Our mother did about a trillion wonderful things for us over the last thirty-odd years, but since it’s getting late and I’m up against the Mother’s Day clock I’m just going to tell you about the most important:

She and Dad brought us to the font to be baptized in the name of the Triune God.  They then reared us in this faith, prayed for us, and cared for us in their vocations as parents.  Luther says that if you don’t have parents you should set up some stones and call them Mom and Dad.  I’m happy to say that Mom is a rock, and that she rocks, but gladly she’s not a rock.

Thank you, Mom.