Thursday, May 8th, 2014 09:21:36
Mother, Mom or Mommy, the name matters not to me; it’s the person who matters. My earliest memories of my mother were of her holding me in her lap, tight against her ample chest and soothing me when I was upset. She was my comforter, even when she was the one who had just disciplined me. In her lap, with her arms around me, I felt loved, safe and secure.