Everyone has/had a mother.  But not every woman wants to be a mother.  And I think that the choice to be a mother resides in the body of the person who will bear the child. Others disagree, and this is not a blog post about that issue.

What I can say without reservation is that being a mother may be my favorite thing (most of the time, anyway). My boys are good people.  For that, I don’t take credit. (I also don’t take blame.) I love seeing Peter’s great sense of humor (and Peter would add his good looks) live on in our children.  I love that they are responsible citizens.  They vote.  They volunteer.  They are grateful.

I suspect that I will hear from them today and that they will thank me for being a good mother.  I want to thank them for making that possible.

Happy Mother’s Day.