I'm not proud of this (I think I've started posts with these words before), but after working in the yard this morning, I watched TV all afternoon... now on season 4 of Mad Men. And whenever there's an episode of the wives hosting business dinners in their homes, I think of Mom. She did it so many times for Sears men and always with grace and no complaining. I think it must have been hard for her, but she was a perfect hostess. And invariably I got upset because the men would drink (Dad never did if he didn't have company) and swear. I'm talking "hell" and "damn" here, but I was mortified. My, how I've changed.

Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers out there! It's a job so difficult that I was afraid to try. Because let's face it... you can't just try, you have to do it, and I never believed I could be as good a mother as the one I had. I miss her.