Maybe you're feeling a little guilty, too - like perhaps a gift is in order? (Hey, I'm a daughter and a mom. I get it.)

Now back to reminiscing.
While I credit my dad with giving me the "hiking gene" and teaching me to enjoy walking fast (because when I hit the trail with dad, the rule was keep-up-or-stay-home) it was mom who taught me to appreciate the little things along the way.
"That's Trillium," she'd say. "And that's Phlox. And do you know what that is?"
"I just like to listen to the water. Isn't it relaxing?"
"Look at that. No, not over there. Over here. Squinting in the sun gives you wrinkles, honey."
I'll admit she slowed me down more than I wanted, many times.
I want to walk! Not sit on a bench, I'd almost scream - barely, just barely, able to keep that voice in my head from popping out of my mouth.
Mom is 83 now. And I'm almost grown up enough to sit on a bench, patiently (?) while she amazes me with her knowledge of wildflowers, and myriad opinions about things I could be doing just a little bit better...
*sigh* Once a mom, always a mom, eh?
To everyone who is, or has ever loved, one: Happy Mother's Day!
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