Blog Posted:5/11/2018 3:16:00 PM
I sat down this morning and was trying to put my thoughts on paper about the upcoming Mother's Day. I've written a few poems about my mom in the past and thought I would do it again. As most of you know, my mother passed away last year. This will be my first Mother's Day without her here. As I started writing the tears in my eyes blurred my words. The lump in my throat choked off my wind. I could not go on. It was still too raw. I loved her so.
If you'll indulge me, I'd like to share a short story with you about myself and my mom. In 1957 she brought me into this world. That was before modern medicine is as we know it today. She told me she was in labor for about 2 days. She said she knew then how stubborn I would be She told me the Dr had to slap my ass twice to get me to cry and then i cried so loud nurses came in from the hall. She knew i would be rough and loud, all boy, as she put it. As days passed she said I cooed and laughed a lot which told her I would be talkative and have a good sense of humor. She knew everything about me before I was one year old and that I would find and go my own way. She loved and nurtured me, with the help of a loving husband and a strong faith in God. She knew already, what I was equipped with personality wise all she had to do was give me a stong set of values, teach me good morals and instill in me her/their faith in God and that is exactly what she did. I'm certain most of you could tell a similar story. I look back now and see her blueprint and tried my best to use it to raise my own children. Of course, I had to tweak it my own way. I'm guessing she probably knew that too.
To be raised with siblings in a God fearing home, by two average hard working common parents and see how to have a successful marriage and a happy home life was such a blessing. If i went running to her with a scraped knee or elbow, she obviously knew the difference in a scrape and a cut, most times she'd say" quit crying, clean that up and go play" I would immediately shut up look at my bloody knee/elbow and go back to whatever it was i was doing when i got hurt. A microcosm story of life. When life knocks me down, I always get up brush myself off and get back after it. No use in crying about it because it doesn't help.
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY, mom if you can hear me, thank you and I love you. I would also like to say thank you to all of you mothers out there. I know the hardships and sacrifices of parenthood, i simply have never endured the pain of childbirth and I hope and pray you all have a happy Mother's Day and get a good return on your investment. lol Thank you for reading and God bless..