My mother is a very special lady and I made this page to honor her.

This is my mother, Lynn and Step-father Bob - whom 

I lovingly call "Pop"

Thank You

When you have a mother
who cares so much for you
that anything you want
comes before her desires
When you have a mother
who is so understanding that
no matter what is bothering you
she can make you smile
When you have a mother
who is so strong that
no matter what obstacles she faces
she is always confident in front of you
When you have a mother
who actively pursues her goals in life
but includes you in all her goals
you are very lucky indeed
Having a mother like this
makes it easy to grow up
into a loving, strong adult
Thank you for
being this kind
of wonderful
mother
      -Poem by Susan Polis Schultz

"God can't be always everywhere: and, so,
Invented Mothers."

-Sir Edwin Arnold from "Mothers"

When God Created Moms


When the good Lord was creating mothers, He was into His
sixth day of overtime, when an angel appeared and said,
"You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one."

And the Lord said, "Have you read the spec on this one?
She has to be completely washable, but not plastic;
have 180 moveable parts, all replaceable;
run on black coffee and leftovers; have a lap
that disappears when she stands up;
a kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg
to a disappointed love affair; and six pair of hands."

The angel shook her head slowly and said,
"Six pairs of hands...no way."
“It's not the hands that are causing me problems," said the Lord.
"It's the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have."
"That's on the standard model?" asked the angel.

The Lord nodded.
"One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks,
"What are you kids doing in there?" when she already knows.
Another here, in the back of her head that sees what she shouldn't,
but what she has to know, and of course the ones here in front
that can look at a child when he goofs up and say,
"I understand and I love you," without so much as uttering a word."

"Lord," said the angel, touching his sleeve gently, "Rest for now.
Tomorrow..." "I can't," said the Lord.
"I'm so close to creating something close to myself.
Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick,
can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger
and can get a nine year old to stand under a shower."

The angel circled the model of the mother very slowly.
"She's too soft," she sighed. "But tough!" said the Lord excitedly.
"You cannot imagine what the mother can do or endure."
"Can she think?"
"Not only think, but she can reason and compromise,"
said the Creator.

Finally the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek.
"There's a leak," she pronounced.
"I told you, you were trying to put too much into this model."
"It's not a leak," said the Lord. "It's a tear."
"What's it for?"
"It's for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness and pride."
"You're a genius," said the angel.
The Lord looked somber, "I didn't put it there."

(Erma Bombeck)