An unlikely Momma...

Almost 50 years ago, a young woman made a decision that would change her life forever. Always headstrong, Margie Robertson Maedgen Hogan was bound and determined to make her own way. At 20 years if age, Margie found herself alone and pregnant. Keeping this baby was her way of having something that was hers and her alone. On a cold November day, out popped this red headed baby girl only a mother could love. And she did. From fixing my first bottles using pickle jars to holding and singing to her first great-grandchild, my Momma has always been, well, my momma. My memories as a little girl was of my mom dancing and singing with me. Trying to show me how to cook things. (That was hit & miss!) Sharing a big bed a curling next to her while I read my book and she read hers. Always knowing how much I am loved while watching her care for a show compassion for others. There were many holidays when we had little but always opened our home to others to share. My momma has loved deeply and lost tragically. I watched her slowily loose my stepfather to Altzheimer's. So unfair to a woman who truly epitomizes love, compassion, and the true joy of being a mom.
I love my momma and only hope I have been half the mom she has been to me. - Sandra Grosvenor

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