We don't get a choice in who our parents are. But good or bad, we track back to them. We measure who we are now and how far we've come in terms of who we were as their children.
I'm fortunate. My parents did the very best they could to give us a good home and to grow us up into responsible, independent people. They started early. Mom tried to teach me to tie my shoes before I could walk...and I love her for all those years of instruction and example.
The thing I love most, though, is her optimism. She seems to have an endless supply. She's many other things as well--loving, vibrant, intelligent, socially accomplished, curious...but the optimism, that trait of always looking for the promise rather than the default, is what gave her the strength to manage 15+ moves during my father's military career, raise three children, make a difference in her community, and believe almost 30 years ago that she could beat stage two breast cancer.
Now, at 83, she's still the rock in our family. Still joyful. Still planting the future.
I'm honored to honor her.