I’ve always had multiple moms. Even here, in the blogging world, I have Mom Donna. In college, it was Debbie who took me for her own while I was far from home.

There have been four women who have defined the word “mother” for me. One of them is the Blessed Mother. Two of them raised me. One of them raised my husband.

It’s not Mother’s Day, and there’s no special reason for it, except that I have been burning to share it and the time has come. Go over to Behold Your Mother and read “The Receiving End of Motherhood.”