I remember thinking

when I was young, that I was so different from my mom.
She liked to run.
I couldn't run down the block without stopping.
She ate salad for every meal.
I couldn't eat salad if it was the last eatable item on Earth.
She was late to everything.
I couldn't stand that.
And she was also the best mom ever.


Now that I have grown up and become a mom too, I realized a few days ago that something very strange has happened.

I go running twice a week.
I eat salad every day.
I'm always late.

But she's still the best mom ever.

Some things never change.

Happy Mother's Day to all of the moms in our lives.
Kari, Lori, Karen, Marty, Beth, and Geniel.
We love you.