Some of us are still blessed to have our mothers in our lives whether they be birth mothers, adoptive mothers; or godmothers. Some of us may have lost our mothers at one point or another – but either way you always have a part of your mother with you every day of your life.

Taking mom out to dinner, sending her a Hallmark card, flowers, or a basket of fruit – how would you like to say “thank you” to your mom?

In a recent blog, Governor Christie was quoted from his keynote speech at the Republican Convention a couple of years ago.

Now I am the son of an Irish father and a Sicilian mother. My dad, who I'm blessed to have here with me tonight, is gregarious, outgoing, and lovable. My mom, who I lost eight years ago, was the enforcer. Now she made sure we all knew who set the rules. I'll tell it to you this way, in the automobile of life, dad was just a passenger. Mom was the driver.


She was raised by a single mother who took three different buses every day to get to work. And mom spent the time that she was supposed to be a kid actually raising children, her younger brother and younger sister. She was tough as nails and did not suffer fools at all. And the truth was she could not afford to. She spoke the truth, bluntly, directly, and without much varnish. I am her son.

And I am still her son today as governor, following the rules she taught me, to speak from the heart, and to fight for your principles. You see, mom never thought you would get extra credit just for speaking the truth. And the greatest lesson that mom ever taught me though was this one. She told me there would be times in your life when you have to choose between being loved and being respected. Now she said to always pick being respected. She told me that love without respect was always fleeting, but that respect could grow into real and lasting love.

One of the more poignant recollections he shared about his mom was on an Oprah interview where he recalled how he was told my his mom as she lay dying that there was nothing left unsaid between them.

I’m thankful every day that I have my mom. Grateful that she was, and always will be the glue that keeps and has kept the family together.

My aunt used to call her a “piece worker” because she did as much as she could for everyone she knew and tried her best to please everyone – even some who didn’t appreciate her.

And yes, she helped form the person I am today. For that, I will always be grateful

Thank you mom!

Love always,