In fact, most of my friends have, by my standards, mothers who mind-screamingly screwed up.
Not my mother.
My mother certainly wasn't perfect. She made mistakes, and a lot of times, the stresses of obligations toward house, church, and five intelligent, strong-willed, and slighly insane kids, took their toll on her.
But still, she did a better job and tried harder to do a better job, than most all of my friends' mothers.
Happy Mother's Day, wurtmann.
Enjoy your new roses.