I'm the eldest child in my family, the first to make my mother a mother. Born nineteen years ago to a mother who hadn't expected to have children at all, I was a small surprise. And I mean small literally, born two weeks early I was what the nursing staff termed a peanut. Anyway enough about me. She was thirty-five when she had me. I love my mother to death, for the freedom she's always given me and the trust she shown me. I inherited so many odd quirks and individual traits from her that I love. Also having a mom a decade older than most parents of children my age proved to be most amusing as a child.
I guess what I want to say most is: I love you Mom.