Yet, there was a woman who made all the difference for me as I grew up--my mother's half sister. My beloved Aunt Ruth. She loved me with all her heart and I knew this for as long as I could remember. White haired early in life, pointy chin and always dressed like she was going to church. Not a hair out of place, not a ragged fingernail, not an unkind word for anyone.
I was lucky to have my aunt-mother. So very lucky. It's not always the title, but the person who made the difference that counts.
What about you? Your mom may have been the special one she should be, but for those of us not so lucky, who was your mom-not-really-your-mom?