I managed to sneak in a quick trip to beautiful San Diego this week. It was my mother’s 88th birthday and I sure didn’t want to miss celebrating with her. My brother and I took her to a wonderful little restaurant for lunch and we all enjoy walking down memory lane together.
Our dear mother raised the two of us during the height of the “Father Knows Best” days. It can’t have been easy for her, a single mom in two-parent suburbia, in the fifties. There she was, raising her kids on her own, working the noon to nine shift at a major grocery store, and somehow managing to do everything in between. But in my opinion, she did a bang-up job in the motherhood department.
Happy #88, Mom!