Mother,

You were a mother before I was born. You will be a mother until your last breath. You worry every day about things.

You worry every day about things when I'm a child: "Are you eating right?"; "How are you doing in school?"; about health.

You worry every day about things when I'm a teen: "How is the peer pressure?"; "Is your school too hard?"; "What kind of dates you have!" . . . why we can't get along any more.

Then you worry every day about things when I'm an adult: what job I have; who will I marry and when I get married, you don't want to give me up.

You remember all the good and bad things we shared. You show us love. You nurture us. Every day of your life you show us how God loves us and pray for us every day. You worry when we don't call.

When you're older, the table turns. We worry about you and, for once, we can give that love and guidance you gave us all our lives.

Thank you for being there when I needed you.

Mary Santora