Happy Mother’s Day.

Three words.

To some, the day is full of expectations—cards, flowers, presents. It’s supposed to be a day of honor. Honor the one person who you can always turn to…even when life seems too rough to bear.

But Non’s not here this year. My Mom and my aunt don’t have her to turn to. I don’t have her to turn to.

A few years ago, I sent Non a funny Mother’s Day card. She was highly offended! She told me that this was the one day when we should choose our words carefully to honor those we love.

 There’s a lot of truth in that.

I sent my mom a funny card. I can’t remember what it said exactly, but I know it made reference to the fact that everything that ever happened was my brother’s fault (which is totally the truth)!

It’s bittersweet, you know. Non is not here…but we strive on.

Without Non at the helm, I turn to my mom. Which is kinda weird, because my mom is not exactly the Martha Stewart that Non was.

My mom is really good at a lot of things…like raising me.

She’s the kind of person you want in your corner…and if you’re in the opposite corner–watch out–you’re not going to win!

If you are her friend, she would move mountains to do help in times of need. She has amassed children (my pseudo-siblings) like some people collect antiques.

My mom makes me laugh like no one else can…mostly because when one of us starts laughing, the other one can’t stop until she cries.

(You know, this is so hard to write. Her birthday is coming up and I have to outdo this and this!)

The point I’m trying to make here is that Non raised her girls to be amazing women. And they raised their daughters to be strong, confident, proactive women. Women of faith and hope and love, who are now raising their own children to be good humans.

There is no greater honor than to tell your mom that she raised you right…

Well, she did the best she could…