Life is something that most of us tend to take for granted. Yet, when we stop and realized, that there was a special someone who went the extra mile to give us this life. The special someone is called “Mom!” She was the one that bestowed life upon us and she is the one who taught the ways of life. Realizing that not Moms were good Moms, they were Moms nevertheless. Today we celebrate that Mom by giving her ... a special day.

I ran across this poem by Dimitri Shostakovich that I want to share with Moms today.

“Before I was myself, you made me, me

With love and patience, discipline and tears,

Then bit by bit stepped back to set me free.

Allowing me to sail upon my sea,

Though well within the headlands of your fears.

Before I was myself, you mad me, me.

With dreams enough of what I was to be

And hopes that would sculpted by the years,

Then bit by bit stepped back to set me free.

Relinquishing your powers gradually

To let me shape myself among my peers.

Before I was myself, you made me, me.



And being good and wise, you gracefully

As dancers when the last sweet cadence nears

Bit by bit stepped back to set me free.

For love inspires learning naturally:

The mind assents to what the heart reveres.

And so it was through love you made me, me

By slowing stepping back to set me free.”