when I look around at this world of ours, so much pain, anger, destruction, I can't help but be so grateful for the mother I was blessed with because, although fathers are important, God made mothers the nurturers, the protectors, the warmth & light...I can't imagine growing up without that soft spot to run to, that unconditional love...when I envision the woman I hope I'm growing into, I pray I am a reflection of my own mother...selfless beyond measure, understanding...true, at times, a bit too overprotective, but heck I'd take that any day over a mother that didn't shelter enough.