While there were divinely inspired aspects of her personality that warrant my abiding love and admiration, she could also be infuriating and blatantly sinful. It all boils down to the fact that most mothers are just human beings like the rest of us. Well, Mom was not always right, but she loved us and did the best she could. I love my mother, but I shouldn't burden her memory with the weight of perfection. Songs extol their greatness.
Tattoos enshrine their son's devotion.
Magazines are dedicated to helping mothers live up to impossible expectations. I have the greatest respect for mothers, and the greatest pity. One mother I pity more than any other is Mary, the mother of Jesus. Her first child was conceived without the benefit of sex. She raised a child who embarrassed her in public.