Mothers Day is For Remembering

The thing I remember most about my mother was that when I was sick as a child she would sit beside me and hold my hand. Every time I look at my hands today I remember my mother....since my hands look just like hers did. There is something very comforting about a mothers hands. They seem to have special powers. I am sure that my children recall the " momometer". I could always tell within a degree or two what their temperature was just by placing my hand on their forehead. We would occasionally test the accuracy of the "momometer" by validating it with a regular thermometer and lo and behold the "momometer" was very reliable. My mother died when I was 28 and that has been 28 years ago in November. No matter how long it has been, the feel of her warm hand holding mine will always be etched in my memory.