My mother would have been 104 years old today if she had made it that long. Unfortunately, she didn’t. She and her sisters were all born in early May, around Mother’s day. They all graduated from college and endured being single working moms while their husbands fought in World War II and Korea.
I often bemoan the fact that my father and my uncles rarely talked about their experiences during those war years, but the same goes for my Mom and my aunts. I never sat down and asked questions such as, “What was it like to raise us, work, and not see your spouse for months and years at a time?”
There have been lots of books written about the generation of men who fought for freedom in the 40’s and 50’s. Not that many about the women who equally defined “our greatest generation.”
Much has changed since those days, and being a father of three daughters and five granddaughters, I am glad it has. But much of what they have and will become is because of my mother’s generation. Leading up to Mother’s day, I choose wonderful memories. I hope you will as well.