Well, the New Year is no longer quite so new. It is more than half past the first month. I am already used to writing the new year (2012) on my checks.
Tomorrow (Jan 20th) is a special day for me. It will be my mother's 102 birthday -- if she were still alive. She remembered the end of the Great War. Sadly she was also around when they had to change the name of the war to World War I. She and Papa were married in the midst of the Great Depression and had two sons before the beginning of WWII. She remembered the first time she saw an automobile and the first time she heard radio. She remembered the first time she ever went up in a plane. She lived long enough to see Mankind land on the moon -- twice.
It is from my mother that I get my love of reading, my poor eyesight and my bone structure. It is from here that I got my love of stories and love for animals. And it is from my mother that I got a deep and practical sense of awe at the universe.
Mother taught me to live my values (She certainly lived hers) and to practice kindness (she was better at that than I am).
In my lifetime, I have accomplished a few small things that I am proud of. But if I have done so, it is because I stand on the shoulders of giants. My mother was a quiet, loving, gentle Giant with a heart that encompassed all of creation.
I bow my head to her.