Every so often I talk about my mother here on my blog. There is never an end to how blessed and lucky I feel to have been one of her sons. I never seem to be around on her birthday and there have been plenty of years where I forgot and called her days late.
My mother is a tough woman. One experience of listening to her on the phone with the cable company will give you all the hints you need to do what you have told her you would do. She definitely has an opinion and most of the time she will not hesitate to share it with you (perhaps she will hesitate the first time you meet her). There has only been one time where I suggested I might not be home for Thanksgiving and five minutes later I was booking plane tickets to be there the night before so that I would be able to help her with the turkey.
There are many ways of going about doing something. Some of those ways are even pretty good and get whatever job you are doing done. However, around my mother there is only one way, her way. And it is the best way. Trust me.
My mother has been a reporter, an editor, a publisher, a public relations specialist, and lately a real estate mogul. From the moment I started this blog, she has been there to let me know how poor my grammar is and to point out my atrocious spelling. I find it always good to know that someone is reading my blog.
She has raised my brother and I alone for the past fifteen years and I would say she has done a damn good job (or at least I came out ok). Both of us got to college alive, healthy, and able to use a credit card responsibly. I even left college with an expensive piece of paper (my brother still has a few years to go).
No matter what the situation and no matter how important or unimportant the topic might be, she has always been a bedrock to lean against. Several times in my life thus far I have had crisis of faith, of direction, and of understanding. Every time my mom has been there to be the voice of reason, to be a sounding board for ideas and strategies, and to allow me to find my own direction through life. Never has she interfered with my choices, only shown me the possible consequences of ill thought out actions.
There is no one else in this world that I want to please more. There is no one else in this world that I listen to with greater interest. And there is no one else I would rather have as my mother.
I love you mom. Happy Birthday!
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