Happy Mother’s Day to my Son

What a lovely Mother’s Day I had today!  Flowers and chocolates from my daughter and her family, and cards and loving phone calls, and a husband-made dinner of steak and lobster tails and all the trimmings. And many memories of my own Mom, too.  How blessed I am!

Still, many of my thoughts have been focused on my son.  That’s because he was born on Mother’s Day.  So every six years he celebrates the day with me.  He has given me such pride and joy in my life.

Thank you, Eric.  And Happy Birthday!

“I can’t go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.”

Lewis Carroll

About kaystrom

Kay Marshall Strom, who am I? Well, I’m a traveler, a railer against social injustice, a passionate citizen of the world. I’m a follower of Jesus Christ. I’m a 21st century abolitionist who speaks out against slavery of all kinds. I am a beach walker and a gardener and the off-key singer of songs. I’m a wife, a mother, a sister, a daughter, a friend. Most people, though, know me as a writer and a speaker. So here is a bit more about that part of my life: Of my 43 published books, seventeen have been translated into foreign languages, and two have been optioned for movies. My writing credits include magazine articles, books for children, short stories, television scripts and two prize-winning screenplays. I love to write, and speak, about topics close to my heart. I speak at seminars, retreats, writer’s conferences, and special events throughout the country. And because I enjoy travel, I even speak on cruise ships. Because I don’t see how a writer can really reflect another people and land without spending time there, I’ve been trekking through India, China, Indonesia, Cambodia, Nepal, Sudan, Senegal, Morocco, Tunisia, and Egypt, Japan and South Korea, tape recorder and camera in hand, to gather stories from the world-wide family of God. Thanks to my “virtual friendship” with John Newton, 17th century slave ship captain turned preacher, I traveled through Ireland. In West Africa I toured an old slave fortress off the coast and saw a tiny set of baby manacles bolted to the wall. I was struck dumb. From that horror came a story question, and from that question, my foray into fiction: The Grace in Africa trilogy. Come join me as I travel and rail against injustice. Maybe you will choose to be a 21st century abolitionist too.
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4 Responses to Happy Mother’s Day to my Son

  1. B.J. Taylor says:

    A surprise visit from one of my sons made my mother’s day extra special. So happy you had a wonderful day as well (yummy steak and lobster too).
    Warm hugs to you and Dan

    • kaystrom says:

      B.J., what a special surprise! Double special if he came from a long way away. Triple special if you haven’t seen him for awhile!
      So happy for you.

  2. Oh, yes, Sheila and I do that same dance every few years since she’s May 10th.

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