I spent a quiet evening last night with thoughts of mom in my mind.
Over the years, i admit i've been no angel. I've lied to her, i've gone against her instructions, i've shouted at her, i've argued with her (and been proven wrong, always), i've basically done and said a whole bunch of nasty things that i shouldn't have.
Every once in a while, i would have a chance to spend some time with her, just her, and i would say:
Me: I'm sorry for all the bad things i've done (to you).
Mom: Its ok; i love you all the same.
A mother's love for her child is the benchmark for true love. I'm sure most of you will agree.
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