My mom is 92. She was born in 1917 and will soon be 93. She lived through the Great Depression and her stories about those times are harrowing to us. She, though, remembers the times fondly due to loving parents, especially her dad, and in spite of her family’s rather extreme poverty. I guess “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”, because mom is doing very well.
My mother had 8 children (with my father of course, who we still miss very much). These 8 children were not as prolific but managed 13 offspring. Now there are 25 great grandchildren so now our clan numbers 48 and, with the 16 spouses, numbers 64. All from a little 92 pound woman.
Happy Mother’s Day Mom!