A rose by any other name...is Bernadette

My mother is a cancer survivor...she was extremely ill and we really didn't expect her to make it so anything she wanted was okay with us...So when she expressed a wish to be called Rose instead of Bernadette it seemed like a reasonable request...as of that moment she became known as Rose. This particular rose is one that my son gave me the night he graduated from high school. It was a beautiful rose and stayed that way for some time. Each day I would rise with the scent of this rose wafting through my bedroom, my eyes would find this rose, I would smile and know I am lucky to have my mom. She is a pain in butt and quite dramatic...a challenge that requires so much of me that I sometimes forget that we are lucky to still have her...instead of cursing and wishing she would stop being such a brat! So the next time you see a beautiful rose...think of your mother and how nice it is to have had her in your life. I think I will go buy her one of her favorite salads, sit with her and watch one of those terrible shows that she loves and if only for a moment know I have her all to myself .