Mothers are unique creatures. Some are horrible while some are fantastic, and each child has an opinion about theirs. Is yours nice, or is she evil? Do you cry when she leaves the room, or do you cry when she comes in? Save for some people who can't think of anything good about their mothers, most of us would have to at least be thankful that they took the time to carry us to term. I know that I am thankful for much, much more than that because I was blessed with a wonderful mother. She put me and my siblings first, protected us when it was needed, and raised us to the best of her ability. She cared, and it was obvious. She does those little things that make you shake your head and go, "you didn't have to do that," to which, of course, she says "I know I didn't."
Yes, my mother is great, and I love the fact that she still bothers to care about such a foolish son as me. If that makes me a mama's boy, so be it. That means I'll know how to treat a woman when I get one, right? Well, maybe. I certainly know what women want to hear, but that doesn't always mean I say it. I feel they should hear what's on my mind, not what I know would flatter them...at least not every time.
My mother is one of 10 siblings. She grew up in the poorest of conditions with more issues coming down on her than I can bear to think about. She grew up tough and yet somewhat discouraged, coming to the downtown area from her country roots, working in a bank, and contending with roommates who were extremely tough to live with. Her story amazes me every time I hear it, and I wonder if there are any women in today's plush and entitled society that are anywhere near as strong as she has had to be. She is beautiful, but doubts it; she is intelligent, but sells herself short; she is compassionate, but let's her emotions cloud her better judgement sometimes. I will not say that she is flawless because no human will ever be perfect, but she's pretty close.
I know that not all parental relationships are easy. I know that not all mothers are amazing or superwoman or even nice. I know all of that, but they brought us here. The reason you're reading this blog, the reason I'm here to write it is because God saw fit to make woman and that woman saw fit to bring you here. She did not destroy you, though there are some that have tried, and she is the reason you are here. Others may be the reason you made it, others may love you more than she ever will, but this day is simply to give credit to the women of the world who took the time to bring another life into it. Give her credit for that if you cannot give her credit for anything else. And, for those of us that have them, let's remember what a blessing a good mother is on this weekend celebration.
Thank you, Moms. Thank you, Mom. Ah, the madness (both good and bad) we have put each other through, and oh, how much more there is to wreak upon one another. Don't go anywhere anytime soon, okay.
Happy Mother's Day everyone! May we reflect on the journey of each of our own lives on this day because it was our mothers who made our lives possible.
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