My Mother was a wonderful and gentle woman. She loved children and shared her amazing hopes and dreams with me, her adopted daughter. I think of her often but especially on Mother's Day.
She was a child of the male dominanted culture who longed to break out of her kitchen and housework and lead her fellow housewives into the adventures that life denied them.
She did this by insisting my world be different. She refused to allow me to say 'cann't'. She made me a risk taker and she paved a path for me in a world that was one step over Rosey the Riveteer and side by side with Eleanor Roosevelt.
The best thing she did was to prepare me for a world that would have only the limits I set upon myself. She gave me the skills to raise two beautiful daughters and show them the wonders of life.
When I think of her I see a beautiful soul, a strong will and a determined woman. Gentle in her love for children and unrelenting in her search for release from the bonds that trapped her into her person.
We are after all our mothers and can only hope through our example that
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