First Blog Post and...Happy Mother's Day

I was really looking forward to starting this new blog, and posting a little bit about myself.  I was really looking forward to formulating an idea about where this little piece will be heading in the future. 

Well, I will get to that eventually and that idea hasn't really changed. Who am I? A little bit about me? Those things will come out in the next few postings, so why bog this thing down right now with all the boring details?

(I should at the very least input some bio stuff, but we will get that complete soon enough.)

So instead, in this first of hopefully many posts, I am opting to post about Mother's Day. I admit not the most original of ideas this week, but I wanted to mention my two mothers to be thankful for. Three if you count my wife, who is a mother, but I was thinking of the two who helped make me who I am.

No, my father did not have sister-wives, which can be an interesting show to watch. I was adopted. Waaaaay back in the Dark Ages, according to my kids. In the late 60s, an unknown person--to me at least--gave birth to the guy typing this. Three weeks later, my mom adopted me, with my dad I guess, too, and brought me into their house and raised me until the day she died.

I am thankful to them both, and try to honor both with this post.

My mom, the one who raised me, wasn't perfect, but really who is? She did the best she could, like any mom would. She helped me to grow, graduate high school, college and build my own family and career. She was a guide to right vs. wrong, honesty and treating people fairly. 

Her funeral was December 31, 1999. It's seemed odd for the past few to years to think of the turning of the  millennium as the day she was put to rest. Got it math nerds the true millennium turned 2001, but the rest of us thought it was 2000

Anyway, Mother's Day is also a day to honor my birth mother...whoever she is. This is a woman, who for whatever reason; carried me for 9 months, went through a birth (probably some discomfort there), and opted to give me away to hopefully have a better life than the one she knew she could give. I have always tried to honor that sacrifice by being the best person I can be. Hopefully to fulfill that wish for a better life my birth mother hoped for me. (For clarification's sake; it's not about me, but most moms I know, including my wife, make sacrifices for their kids. Isn't the idea of having a child and then never seeing that child again an incredible sacrifice?)

And so, each Mother's Day, I spend a little bit of the day, reflecting on the two moms who gave for me. The one who gave time and energy to raise me best she could, and the one who gave me to her.

Happy Mother's Day !!!

Thanks for reading.