i had a magical childhood. i sang, i danced, i drew and i dreamed—encouraged every step of the way by my mother.
we went on family vacations, camping trips; she signed me up for drawing and pottery classes; she drove me to singing lessons, ballet lessons, flute lessons, piano lessons, church youth groups. she taught me how to make jam and grind my own wheat and feel comfortable being myself.
she had nine children. became the guardian of four more when her sister died unexpectedly. and then one foster daughter when another sister couldn't take her in anymore.
every good part of me i owe to her. i love you mom. i hope you know how much.