Mamacita ..

Tonight, I got home from work and was tending to the pups. I noticed some ducklings in the pond out back. I counted six of them. I'm pretty certain the first time I saw them, there were eight of them. I wasn't a fan of the thought that two of them hadn't made it, but I know that's the life of a duckling.

Then, I noticed their mother was no where to be found. I fed them a little bit and then a male came up. Dad? Maybe? But, I worried that it wasn't Dad and that something had happened to Mom and they were all alone.

Where, might you ask .. do I get this concern, this worry. Especially the worry for something so "minor" such as the well being of six little ducklings? And the reality? The reality that they may very well have a rough little life ahead of them, much more rough than the typical life of a baby duck.

The thoughts led me to today's topic:

Day 27 - A picture of yourself and a family member:

Mom. Gail. Fan. Momma G. Or as I would call her, Ma. Whatever YOU call her, she responds to it all.

She has taught me to care for every little thing .. from my baby dolls as a tiny tot (I started from day one) to the way I care for my home, today. "Loving" doesn't quite describe her, as the word is not strong enough. She is KIND. Oh, she is so kind. She loves. She nurtures. She is SO very thoughtful. I am grateful. And so, so very blessed.