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Final Mama's Day Post: Happy Mother's Day!

There's no easy way to describe what mama is for our family. We oftentimes have a "birthday season," or this year it feels a little like we have a Mother's Day season as well. Some people might find it ridiculous, because do you really need to celebrate one person for an entire week? While I would argue that you should celebrate someone every day, as much, as you can, if they mean something to you, I think mama deserves some greater recognition whenever a holiday comes along for her.

Mama is, quite simply, the lynchpin of our family. While we would still be a family if mama wasn't around, things would invariably be different. We wouldn't end up doing something like Celebration of the Egg, where all of us take joy in various methods of destruction of an oblong white sphere. We wouldn't have countless pictures of our family spending time together, all of which evoke happy memories of spending time together. I don't think that the love present in our interactions with one another would be quite as sweet.

We Kennedys can absolutely attribute so much of our success to mama and how she has treated us and raised us to be successful. We are all the better for her, and Mother's Day gives us a chance to share that a little more than we usually do. She has influenced us in innumerable ways, from a passion for politics to a love of music (which any readers hopefully perceived through the earlier blog post written by Mark). We are the family we are because of Mama, and this Mother's Day is a celebration of this person who we love so much.

Happy Mother's Day, Mama, I sure love you!

Cheese

P.S.   I have actually quite enjoyed doing these little snippets of memory about mama. It's made me more introspective and helps me remember funny little things that have happened over the years...hmmm, it's almost like blogging is a good thing, instead of something for which nobody else in the family finds time except for mama...

P.S.S. While I didn't do a singular memory that encapsulates everything, I felt this would be best served from some of the best memories I have of us as a family because of mama. Enjoy!












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