Oh, Bill! I love you still and I always will!

Mothers…

They always get to do what they want. It’s maddening. And they’re always telling you what to do and how to do it.

And if you have a good idea, they pretty much shoot it down because it might get something dirty. Or get something broken. Or make something smelly.

So, my suggestion of naming my new brother “Bill” was not going over well. It was clear I wasn’t going to win.

I begged, I pleaded, I called him Bill just to get her warmed up to the idea and to see that, HECK YEAH, he was a Bill!

But it didn’t work and she did what she wanted to do and named him after my dad and a priest if you can believe it!

Well, guess what????

She ain’t writin’ this blog so now I get to win!

My brother will be Bill.

Because he is amazing. Because he is smart. Because he is going to have to be tough with three older sisters around. Because he is talented.

And…because he is a survivor…just like another man I know…