Happy Mother's Day!
Yes, we are at that time of year again. Spring is in the air, the flowers are in bloom and I've forgotten to mail my Mothers Day Card AGAIN! (sigh)
It's not that I mean to, it's just that I'm really that dense! Mom deserves so much better. That's why I'm hoping my siblings have done much better than I. With 3 out of 4 the odds are in Mom's favor. But then again, that is the cool thing about Mom's and specifically my Mom. They realize their kids flaws and love them anyway and I give her plenty reason to love me! :<)
Mom has always been one that has given to others for her entire life. It seems that it has been a built in propensity. We moved a LOT in my younger years. Different Houses and Parsonages. Some nice, some not so nice. No slums are nothing, just some were nicer than others. One was right in the middle of the little town we lived in and town folk would determine whether or not we slept in by whether the blinds were open or not. We lived practically every where and in every situation. There were times we had plenty and times when there was plenty to want. We lived through sad times, hard times, times of prosperity and times of great joy. The one thing that was constant was Mom. Every House was made to feel the same and every experience was made bouyant, as though we could sail through anything together, whether it was a bratty kid with a German Shepard down the Street or some of the ordeals of life as we grew older. There was always a place at the table and a bed to sleep in, even when it meant a slew of relatives in a 2 bedroom house and the bed may have been a "pallet" on the floor.
My sense of humor was largely influenced by my Mom and through the years, she sure has paid for it. The time comes to mind when I almost had her falling off of the Church pew by saying one word under my breath as the Adult Sunday School teacher was "opening in prayer." Or the time she hung up on me as I prank called her at Thanksgiving, posing as someone selling Newspaper subsriptions. Of course there have been plenty of other times that she turned the tables on me but she doesn't have a blog so those will remain as they are! LOL
I still remain amazed as I have witnessed this person that has always given, give even more after the debilitating accident of my Dad. A strength that comes from something more than human and love that inspires everyone she knows. Happy Mother's Day, Mom! I love you.
It's not that I mean to, it's just that I'm really that dense! Mom deserves so much better. That's why I'm hoping my siblings have done much better than I. With 3 out of 4 the odds are in Mom's favor. But then again, that is the cool thing about Mom's and specifically my Mom. They realize their kids flaws and love them anyway and I give her plenty reason to love me! :<)
Mom has always been one that has given to others for her entire life. It seems that it has been a built in propensity. We moved a LOT in my younger years. Different Houses and Parsonages. Some nice, some not so nice. No slums are nothing, just some were nicer than others. One was right in the middle of the little town we lived in and town folk would determine whether or not we slept in by whether the blinds were open or not. We lived practically every where and in every situation. There were times we had plenty and times when there was plenty to want. We lived through sad times, hard times, times of prosperity and times of great joy. The one thing that was constant was Mom. Every House was made to feel the same and every experience was made bouyant, as though we could sail through anything together, whether it was a bratty kid with a German Shepard down the Street or some of the ordeals of life as we grew older. There was always a place at the table and a bed to sleep in, even when it meant a slew of relatives in a 2 bedroom house and the bed may have been a "pallet" on the floor.
My sense of humor was largely influenced by my Mom and through the years, she sure has paid for it. The time comes to mind when I almost had her falling off of the Church pew by saying one word under my breath as the Adult Sunday School teacher was "opening in prayer." Or the time she hung up on me as I prank called her at Thanksgiving, posing as someone selling Newspaper subsriptions. Of course there have been plenty of other times that she turned the tables on me but she doesn't have a blog so those will remain as they are! LOL
I still remain amazed as I have witnessed this person that has always given, give even more after the debilitating accident of my Dad. A strength that comes from something more than human and love that inspires everyone she knows. Happy Mother's Day, Mom! I love you.
1 Comments:
Thank you son! I love you and today your blog meant a lot.
By Anonymous, At 21 May, 2010 06:27
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