Saturday June 12, 2010 
You’ve probably seen the recent headlines.
GM Memo Urges Dumping Chevrolet’s “Chevy” Nickname
Chevrolet Backpedals on Dumping Chevy Nickname
The Name is Chevrolet, Not Chevy. Er, Never Mind
You’ve probably seen the recent headlines.
GM Memo Urges Dumping Chevrolet’s “Chevy” Nickname
Chevrolet Backpedals on Dumping Chevy Nickname
The Name is Chevrolet, Not Chevy. Er, Never Mind
It seems Chevrolet has changed their corporate mind about their name. Again. Known for years as Chevy, they’ve decided to hang on to the nickname since we all love it so.
All of the flap calls to mind Shakespeare’s words: “A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”
No matter what you call it, it’s still a rose. Or a Chevy. Or a mom.
First we were just cooed at; then they called us Mama. Soon they graduated to Mommy, and before you know it, it’ll be Mom.
And Mom it will be, till we’re gone from this earth.
Once a mom, always a mom, I say.
No matter how big they get or how far away they roam (literally or figuratively), we’re always moms.
And our sisterhood is huge. In the woods a couple of weeks ago, I looked up at the canopy of leaves and in the myriad of different sizes and shapes of leaves, I saw unity and diversity. Just like us moms. Yes, we're different -- some work away from home, some work at home; some homeschool, some teach others' children; some have toddlers, some have teens. But we share much more than we realize. Dreams fulfilled and unrealized, tears of joy and sadness, smiles of regret and pride.
So, share away.
Reach out. Lift up. Encourage.
Remember, no mom is an island.
All of the flap calls to mind Shakespeare’s words: “A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”
No matter what you call it, it’s still a rose. Or a Chevy. Or a mom.
First we were just cooed at; then they called us Mama. Soon they graduated to Mommy, and before you know it, it’ll be Mom.
And Mom it will be, till we’re gone from this earth.
Once a mom, always a mom, I say.
No matter how big they get or how far away they roam (literally or figuratively), we’re always moms.
And our sisterhood is huge. In the woods a couple of weeks ago, I looked up at the canopy of leaves and in the myriad of different sizes and shapes of leaves, I saw unity and diversity. Just like us moms. Yes, we're different -- some work away from home, some work at home; some homeschool, some teach others' children; some have toddlers, some have teens. But we share much more than we realize. Dreams fulfilled and unrealized, tears of joy and sadness, smiles of regret and pride.
So, share away.
Reach out. Lift up. Encourage.
Remember, no mom is an island.
And a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
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