Mother of mine

Mom, on this day I miss you, you would have liked the new bike, you would have loved to meet KatieB, you would be proud of M being the fitness coach of the lady Free State Cheetahs and so impressed with what L has done so far, traveling all on her own to the States and back... you would have thought my crazy schemes and dreams are achievable... you never said "never". You were an inspiration to me and today on your birthday I miss you once again. So here is my tribute to you;
MOTHER OF MINE - Donny Osmond

Mother of mine you gave to me,
all of my life to do as I please,
I owe everything I have to you,
Mother sweet Mother of mine.

Mother of mine when I was young
you showed me the right way things had to be done,
without your arms where would I be,
Mother sweet Mother of mine.

CHORUS
Mother you gave me happiness,
much more than words can say,
I thank the Lord let me breath with you,
every night and every day.

Mother of mine now I am grown
and I can walk straight all on my own,
I'd like to give you what you gave to me,
Mother sweet Mother of mine.

REPEAT CHORUS

Mother of mine now I am grown
and I can walk straight all on my own,
I'd like to give you what you gave to me,
Mother sweet Mother of mine.
Mother sweet Mother of mine.

This quote sums up my mom's view that life is for living... she always encouraged us kids to be adventurers and try everything... within limits of course... maybe that is why she turned grey at a young age... I remember her face when we called out to her to come and watch us jump from the garage roof into the dam... that gap always seemed like the Grand Canyon... or when me and Pat were both in plaster from bike crashes and middle boet Howard seemed to take forever to come back from that "test ride". He came back, minus bike... the car he had hit was almost split in two... he had a few roasties and could describe his crash in detail as he arced over the little Opel just to land amongst the waiting bus passengers on the pavement... she hid the tears of relief. We love you mom. You did sterling work... even if I say so myself.
"The art of mothering is to teach the art of living to children." Elain Heffner, O Magazine, May 2003