(with her first grandchild)

Her birthday last month was hardly celebrated due to the fact that it fell during Kaycie’s graduation week. And Mother’s Day happened while I was on the road last weekend.

It seems, doesn’t it, that Mothers are so often overlooked.

They’re just always there.

Add to that the tug-of-war between apron strings and adulthood, and you sometimes get a tightrope-wire of a relationship that all too often I find myself falling off of.

But I was thinking yesterday.

And I am so very grateful for a mother who loves.

And even though the love has, at times, been hard to hold as I’ve staked my independence through the years, to consider the alternative is unfathomable.

My mom.

She loves until it seems as though there ought to be nothing left.

And then she loves some more.