Happy Mother’s Day to all of our mothers and to the mothers of our readers and commenters! I think it is no exaggeration to say that we could not have this blog without them and our blog mothers are widely viewed as the smartest, cleverest, and beautiful mothers in all of motherdom.

It is a perfect day here in Virginia for Mother’s Day. The kids are still sleeping except for one. We have made pancakes and bacon and fruit salad and the kids have cards made for Leslie. I have to go to Chicago for a speech so I will have half the day celebrating with Leslie and the other half celebrating in Chicago with my own mother. Angela Piazza Turley is 87 this year and going strong.

I hope all of our mothers have a wonderful and relaxing day today.
Jonathan Turley

9 thoughts on “HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY”

  1. Chuck,

    My only child, a lovely daughter, is also in a wheelchair, has been her entire life. We’d love to join you on the bench, but alas time and circumstances won’t allow it. Thank you for sharing those photos they mean a lot to me.

    Mothers are special and deserve a special day of recognition.

  2. It is raff. I have been told by people passing by the bench that it seems to create a kind of shock wave that stops passersby in their tracks. Some cry. It will still be there a hundred years from now, having the same effect.

    Happy mother’s day? Not for some mothers.

  3. What Mr. Keebler said. Hold them close. Always.

    The older of my daughters is handicapped and in a wheelchair, so she can’t drive. Later this afternoon, I will take her to visit her son, my grandson.

    We will sit here, on this bench.

  4. Enjoy the time while you have it with your loved ones. Tomorrow just may never come. Then you long for yesterday.

  5. Happy Mothers Day to all! We spent Friday night with my daughter and son in law and our three grandchildren and today our two other daughters are coming over for brunch. I have already spoken to my 91 year old mother who will be having dinner with my sister and brother in law. A beautiful day for some beautiful mothers.


    A day to remember all mothers

    Posted: Sunday, May 11, 2014 12:00 am

    A day to remember all mothers

    •Posted on May 11, 2014

    by Pat Peschka

    Dear Readers: Happy Mother’s Day. Please phone your mother, grandmother, mother-in-law, stepmother or foster mother and wish them the best. And please don’t forget those for whom this day, for whatever reason, is filled with sadness. Give them a call and say you are thinking of them.

    Dear Annie: Every Mother’s Day, I think of how often the amazing love that can be conferred by stepmothers is ignored on this day. When I was very little, my biological mother passed away. A few years later, my father married a wonderful woman who helped raise me.

    People often asked me whether she was my real mom. I always answered “yes.” We shared real smiles, had real fights and have real memories. She also put forward an enormous effort to make sure I maintained the cherished relationship I had with my biological mother’s family.

    These women are there, attending our games and dance recitals. They are there when we need a shoulder to cry on.

    And they are there to pick us up when we fall. They may not have given birth to us, but they are real mothers. – A Real Daughter in Nebraska

    Dear Daughter: Your letter arrived a while ago, but we saved it so that we could print it on Mother’s Day. For all the stepmothers out there, this day is also for you.

    Dear Annie: Several years ago, you reprinted a Mother’s Day letter that appeared in the Ann Landers column. It started with something like “one-in-a- million Mom,” but I don’t remember much else. I only know that it reminded me a great deal of my own mother. Can you print it again? – Cassie in Kansas

    Dear Cassie: With pleasure. Here it is:

    To a one-in-a-million Mom, to you, dear lady, for all the dreams you dreamed for us. Not one of us became the ballerina or vocalist or pianist or doctor or lawyer you were hoping for.

    The boys didn’t become millionaires, and the girls didn’t learn to speak six languages. Instead we are the children who forgot to say “thank you” when it probably would have meant a lot to you. We are the ones who talked when we should have listened. We are the little tykes who woke you before dawn to serve you the breakfast-in-bed birthday special: burnt toast, weak tea, unscrambled eggs and half-raw bacon swimming in grease.

    We gathered around your bed and sang “Happy Birthday, Dear Mommy.” You pretended to be thrilled and tried your darnedest to eat the mess we brought to your bed.

    Our childhood is over, and here are the “thank yous,” many years overdue. Thank you for being there when we needed you. Thanks for being our tower of strength when you needed support yourself. Thank you for believing in us when we had trouble believing in ourselves.

    Thank you for saying what we needed to hear and for knowing when silence meant more than words. Your wisdom seemed to come from a place that none of us could ever figure out. Thank you, Mom, for allowing us to dream our own dreams, even though your dreams were more glamorous. And thank you, too, for never letting on when we disappointed you.

    Most of all, Mom, thank you for giving us the room we needed to grow and the freedom to learn from our own mistakes. We hope we can do half as well with our kids. – Your Loving Children

    Annie’s Mailbox is written by Kathy Mitchell and Marcy Sugar, longtime editors of the Ann Landers column. Please email your questions to anniesmailbox@comcast.net, or write to: Annie’s Mailbox, c/o Creators Syndicate, 737 3rd Street, Hermosa Beach, CA 90254. To find out more about Annie’s Mailbox and read features by other Creators Syndicate writers and cartoonists, visit the Creators Syndicate Web page at http://www.creators.com.

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