Moments and Memories

Happy Mothers Day Mom

Another mother's day is here. Every year is seemingly the same. Go get mom some flowers and a card and write Happy Mother's Day. Stop by for a visit (or for some its a phone call) to celebrate the woman who brought me into this world. All of these things are great, don't get me wrong and if that is how you honor your mother on mothers day please don't take offense to this. We all do things in our own way and I am just choosing to do things a little different this year. So here goes...an ode to my mother. 

(Left) Mom and Dad in Bar Harbor sharing a laugh together (right) Mom and I at my wedding reception

Lets just say that I wasn't the most well behaved  little boy. In fact, right from birth I was a pain, because I weighed nearly 10 lbs! So theres that. Then as I grew up I was without a doubt one of the world's top ten pickiest eaters, but you somehow managed to get me to eat while also managing to make sure I ate a fairly balanced diet. What a feat! 

Then came Childhood and with it a whole new set of problems for you, mom. Fortunately, I didn't get sick too often. However, I remember one time taking medicine that tasted sooo bad that the Dr. suggested to mix it with juice or some liquid that I'd like. Well it didn't matter, because I just sat there at the table for what I recall to be hours refusing to take this. "Its too gross," I'd say. Yet mom stood there, frustrated yes, but also strongly encouraging me to take the medicine or I'd have a hard time getting better. Mom, how did you do it? I must get the little bit of patience that I do have from you. 

As I got older things really got interesting. Sure, I was immature, loved playing football and just being a dirty little boy, but what made things worse was that I had my partner in crime with me, my younger brother, Arron. We weren't just brothers, we were buddies, but that came with its own set of issues. Mom, you had to deal with "He's cheating" complaints literally every time we played video games, lots and lots of tears, injuries (me and my three other siblings had been to the hospital multiple times), blow ups about who gets to watch what on the t.v and there are hundreds more. We also snooped for presents around Christmas time, which eventually forced you to hide the presents at Aunt Lori's house and only after we fell asleep did you run over to pick them up and put them under the tree. What long nights those must have been. Not to mention the fact that we'd be up around 3:00 A.M sneakily trying to get a glance at what was awaiting us Christmas morning. There was even one time I remember Arron and I were taking turns locking each other out of the house for some reason and when he was on the outside he got so frustrated that he took a wiffle ball bat to the door and shattered one whole piece of glass. Yikes! 

I don't mention all of these, lets call them incidents, to say that you were not a good mother. No way! In fact, quite the opposite. Despite, all of my mischief and missteps there was at least one thing in life that I knew would never change.  I knew Mom loved me! And I knew it would always be that way.

High school sure came with its fair share of problems too. I remember staying up till very late and just chatting about life with you. About whoever my girlfriend was at the time, about school, about football or other sports I played and you listened. Not only that, but you cared deeply and I knew that. I knew that if I ever had something I needed to talk about I could talk with you and you would always make everything okay. As I grew older you became not just my mom, but also my friend. I could talk to you about anything. We laughed together and we cried together. We even got made fun of the most. You and I were and probably are the ones that the rest of the family likes to pick on for some reason, so we have that in common too. 

You always stressed to me and all of your children the importance of family and going to church. I am so thankful for that. I treasure the closeness that I share with you, dad and the rest of my brothers and wonderful younger sister. Now, I'm older and married, but there isn't a week that goes by that I don't want to call you just to chat. I don't stop by as much as I'd like, but try not to go too long without visiting you. You really blessed me with a wonderful feeling of home and I look forward to giving that to my family. There are already a couple of kiddos in the family now so your enjoying your new role as grandma, or oma, and I know when the time comes that God blesses me and Kristina with children that you will be just as good a grandma to them as you are a mother to me and the rest of your children. I have no doubt about that.

My mom and I after the mother son dance at my wedding. 

My mom treasures the time she has with her grandkids, even though she said she was not a kid person.

I could go on forever. There are so many good memories that I have of my childhood and spending time with you mom. I am still so thankful to be able to spend time with you. All the fun times, long conversations, timeless photos and unforgettable memories will be with me forever. You played an enormous role in helping me to become the man I am today. I hope that I make you proud! I am certainly not a writer and not all of what is written here is probably spelled right, or is grammatically correct , but it is certainly from my heart. Mom, I wish you the happiest of mother's days! I know I don't need to thank you for being my mom, because I know that you are just as thankful about being my mother as I am being your son. You mean the world to me and I love you! Happy Mothers Day mom!