Just had lunch with my daughter. We meet for lunch often… so nothing out of the ordinary there except she will be going overseas soon and lunches will then be few and far between. So I am storing up the memories and keeping them close to my heart.

I saw the terrible storms on the news… horrifying footage of those homes being swept into the lake in Wisconsin! You guys don’t do things by halves over there do you? (grin) So glad you are safe and sound and without too much damage.

Glad you liked the cartoon and story… it was all good fun!

Thanks for stopping by!

I don’t have kids, but I wonder how much of our impulse to be “heroic” is for their benefit and how much for our own, to prove to ourselves that to some degree we are cheating the passage of years. The closest I come to it is coaching, and I know that when I demonstrate a perfect pass, or fire a shot at the goal that nails the upper corner with fractions of an inch to spare I enjoy the “oohs and aahs” of the kids. Still, equally satisfying is knowing I can still do it. My answer to their “wow, coach” is always, “heck, after fifty-five years of doing this I should hope I know what I’m doing.” Or as we say in auto racing, “old age and experience wins out over youth and enthusiasm every time.”

Yep… I’ve had my fridge raided by the best of ‘em! Miss those days… (never a dull moment for my fridge!) LOL Like mothers everywhere… there are stories to tell that would make your hair curl… but we all survived for better or worse (at least the growing up part)… now it’s over to them. Worrying about kids who have grown up and are now roaming the world as adults is a whole nother experience though. That’s when the real hero must come along… (eek)

Thanks for the vote of confidence… but after telling this story I’m not so sure! LOL

At the heart of it… I reckon “all mothers are heroes”… it goes with the territory don’t you think? I stumbled on an interesting discussion last night over on Caroline Overington’s blog (she’s a columnist with The Australian newspaper).

She was discussing whether “other” caregivers like neighbours nannies friends of the family etc. should be celebrated on Mothers Day and how the politial correctness camp were attempting to include these others into the mix for acknowledgement on this special day. She (rightly in my view) pointed out that whilst the nice lady next door might care…

QUOTE it is only Mothers who know what Mothers are. They are people with a piece of their heart always on fire. They would give up the last scrap of food in a famine; the last drop of water from a tap; the last blanket in a storm. Take their children from them and you will soon find them walking incessantly in circles’ pulling holes in their jumpers, tearing hair from their scalp. They aren’t in other words, like the nice lady next door… UNQUOTE

That’s not to say Mothers always get it right… but more often than not… they have their heart “instincively” in the right place.

It was an interesting discussion.

My son just emailed me from the other side of the planet. He’s having a whale of a time. I’m walking incessantly in circles and my jumpers not looking so hot (nah… just kidding… I’m over it!) (((LOL)))