How does any one confidently write about their mother? How does someone accurately describe all the degrees of tenderness, love, labor and commitment? It is almost incomprehensible to perceive let alone to write. So, I’ll do myself a favor and just say, I love my mom. My heart breaks that I can’t recall into memory those infant years when a mother touch and presence are so special, being held and cared for by that one that gave me life. Remembering growing into a toddler with its many scrapes and buries and mom’s loving hand to take the pains away, learning the physics of life and lessons on love. I remember going off to school, and often not making mom too proud with my grades, yet she tried to convince me that I was as smart as the rest. I remember all the birthdays and Christmas’, and that day she told me Santa wasn’t real. I remember my teenage years when mom would come home from a hard days work and still cook a meal for me my sister, and we only had to keep the house clean. However the greatest memory I have of my mother isn’t that warm smile or those kind and timely words, No, the greatest memory I have of my mother is when I was preparing to go into the Army and Mom and I were purchasing items for boot camp. I remember (and never will forget) that I needed running shoes, I didn’t have to get the good brand, but she knew I wanted them, so she got them… In that moment I began to think back on all of the kindness and love my mom had given me throughout the years, and at that time of transition from boy to manhood, that purchase was a hug and kiss of love, a token of her cradling and commitment to me for the last eighteen years I love my mom she is my best friend, and I will live my life to show her that. |
Lois Thomas
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