To Mom

I will begin with a confession.  I am a mama’s boy.  Have been all my life and I’m surely not about to change that now.  I’m positive that every little boy’s first love is his mom.  No matter what happens throughout your life, mama is always there to celebrate with you or to make things better.

I am very fortunate that my mom is still alive.  Although the stroke took her ability to talk and has  immobilized her, she is still mom.  She has a way of looking at you and getting her point across without having to say a word.

My mom has ESP.  I don’t know if any of you have a mother with that sense.  Nobody knows their children like a mom.  I’m sure that my mom had someone following me during my teen years.  There is NO WAY she could have known so much about someone who thought they were so sneaky.  She knew things about me before I did them!!  Some I don’t remember doing?! She does!

I’ve come to realize that the nearest thing to the Love that God has for us is the Love that a mother has for her children.  My mom was and is a very meek person.  She wouldn’t harm a fly….that is until it came to her children.  Don’t misunderstand, mom was not one of these moms that would show up at school to create a stink cause her “little boy” got his rear end lit up.  No, she would be the one to pick me up from school, thank the teacher for whipping me, find out the details, then take those detail home to dad.  I will say this…she would always smooth it over with dad before he got his turn at bat.

Mom’s are the ones that little boys tell their problems.  I’ve teased mom now that she cannot talk.  I still tell her things that are going on, troubling me, etc.  Of course, now that she can’t respond I tell her I will just make up an answer for her.  Mom always had a way of lifting an eyebrow to let you know her displeasure or to be more exact, to let you know she knew you were lying through your teeth.  She hasn’t lost that ability.

I have a terrific mom.  I understand that is not the case with everyone but I’m sure thankful that God gave her to me.  I’m sure that God realized that not just anyone could have raised me without going stark-raving mad.  I look back on life and realize that without mom I would probably not have made it out of my teenage years.

The past few years have been very difficult for her.  Mom is a caring person and the stroke has left her unable to do the thing she loved most.  Caring for others.  I’ve seen my mom give her last dollar to someone less fortunate.  She went to so many visitations and funerals over the years that if one person from each family comes to her’s we will have to conduct it in a stadium.  Mom would always be among the first to bring food, give a hug and comfort those who had lost loved ones.  I’ve seen her laugh with families and shed tears with them during their deepest hurt.

Mom was a talker.  Come to think of it, so was dad.  No wonder I talk too much.  Mom was constantly telling me that my mouth would cause me much grief in my lifetime.  She was right.  Mom was not perfect…but by golly she was close enough to perfect for me.

Love you mom..