Got an email from my firstborn today that had me sobbing like a schoolgirl. Kids can have that effect on you. Still, I think I'll keep her another
It's 12am, and I'm going over Psych books. I can't believe I'm not asleep yet; this stuff is booorring!
BUT, it got me thinking of the days of my youth and how much pain I was in, and you never gave up on me. I realize now how hard it is to be a
"GOOD" mom, and how our kids will be mad at us for things they don't understand. I was mad at you for many things , at the time I didn't
understand. I understand now , and I realize I never gave you credit where credit was due. Sooo.....
remember the time my cousin and I were caught doing things we shouldn't have been doing?
and instead of beating me half to death like your sister did to her son, you talked to me? Thanks MOM.
remember the time you and I were passing out flyers for your house cleaning business, and I was barefoot and walked into a patch of stickers that were
everywhere, you laid your flyers down in bunches so I could step on them on my way to the car, and you saved my feet from much pain? Thanks MOM.
remember all the times you helped me do homework and I would get frustrated and blurt out "I'm so stupid!" and you would look at me calmly and say
"you're not stupid"? Thanks MOM.
remember when I was growing slowly towards my relationship with Christ and you let me attend all those retreats and seminars and you talked with me
about God and life? Thanks MOM.
remember when I was depressed and you knew I was in danger, and you talked with me and spent time with me even though your own life was full of its
own worries and troubles? Thanks MOM.
remember when we were really poor and you managed to feed your children anyway? Thanks MOM.
remember when I had really bad headaches and instead of pumping me full of drugs, you would spend the time to massage my head and neck to relieve any
tension, eventually putting me to sleep? Thanks MOM.
remember when Brother and I wanted to seek out our dad and you were fearful of the outcome of such a decision, but you allowed us to know and explore
our curiosity? Thanks MOM.
remember when I was so full of myself and wanted to get into modeling, and you let me try it even though it cost you a lot of money because of my bad
decision? Thanks MOM.
remember the way you always made sure your children never called each other names so we wouldn't learn disrespect towards each other? Thanks MOM.
remember my first child and my decision, you listened, you went with me, you never judged me or yelled at me or cursed me, you still accepted your
child into your arms? Thanks MOM.
All the times I fell down you wouldn't make me feel dumb; all the times I messed up, you still gave me another chance; all the times I cried , you
cried with me; all the times I was happy for something, you were happy for me; all the times I acted as though you were the worst mother in the world,
you never disowned me. You loved me, carried me, rocked me, fed me, clothed me, taught me, tried for me, fought for me. We've laughed together, have
been mad at each other, talked more than any two people probably ever will and I have enjoyed our relationship more than you will ever know. You are
my best friend and I couldn't thank God enough for making you mine.
I offer this as a tribute to all the struggling parents out there who wrestle with doubt and sometimes wonder if it's all worth it. Kids definitely
make the journey worth all the paths not taken.