A Mother by any other name would be as sweet
Mama. Mommy. Mom. Mother. Nana.
That is the evolution of names I have called my mother. Often shy but always heard, my mother speaks up for her beliefs. She taught me to how to pray, to bake, to sit up straight, to say “please” and “thank you” and “ma’am” and “sir.” She was there for me the day I won my first county-wide public speaking contest and the day my older daughter was first hospitalized at 5 days old. And every other day before, after and in between.
Not only has she cared for me, my brother and my dad, she cared for her own mother and father until they died. She is a mother, a wife, a daughter, a sister, a grandmother, a friend. If there could be a rubber band of love holding together a family, it would be her. She is always the flower in the garden of thorns.
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose. That which we call…Mother.
Happy Mother’s Day!
My mother, Patti Darnell Farmer, with Jaden
