Everyone who knows that they have a good mother loves her and is grateful for her. My mother is…better than good. And I’m not just biased or bragging, because she is also flawed — as we all are. Reading this post will explain what I mean and why I say it. (Happy Mother’s Day!)
With Mother’s Day coming, I decided to share this letter that I wrote to my mother nine years ago. For those of you who don’t know me, it’s good to remember, while reading the letter, that I was born with a motor neuron disease that has rendered me completely dependent on others for all of my physical needs. This letter is rather personal – but I hope and trust that my mother won’t mind. It shows my own selfishness – and her great selflessness.
On the Occasion of
May 14, 2006
The reason that I’m writing this little letter is so that you will always remember how much I love you and am grateful for you. Never forget that you are a woman who is loved! My appreciation for you, Francine, goes beyond the natural appreciation of a daughter for her mother, because you, Francine, go beyond…
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Although crippled by disease, I am fully alive in love. I write about the profound wonder and terrible beauty of life while living with physical disability and severe dependency. Unafraid to ask life's big questions, I was briefly an atheist and considered other religions before finding, in God's choice to intimately share our humanity, what it truly means to be fully human. A revert to the Catholic Faith, I blog weekly and have written a book called It's Good to Be Here.