She's Not Your Mom She's My Mom

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She’s Not Your Mom She’s My Mom

As a child, my mother used many terms of endearment when she
referred to me, or at least I thought so. I always thought when she
referred to me as sunny, it was because I was so bright. I always
thought when she told me my head was shaped like a pencil tip, it was
because I was sharp and to the point. When she told me I was years
ahead of my time, and my time had just ran out, my head grew
disproportionately larger than my body. When she told me she would
gladly jump off a tall building “because” of me, I marveled at her
sacrifice. When she told me I was going to be a great writer some
day, I did not realize I would be writing on the chalk board; I will
not … five hundred times.
As a teenager, my mother used many terms that I am not sure I can
herein list. When she warned me about being self-centered and
egotistical, I thought anything to do with my ego was a good thing.
After all it was my ego that was right in the center of things. When
she warned me to pick my friends carefully and not to pick my nose, I
always managed to get those two things confused. She explained to me
that girls are the beginning and the end, she told me “Beginning right
now it ends with the girls”. When she told me that my mouth was
smarter than I was, I began to think I was genetically enhanced.
As a young adult, my mother used fewer terms and grew more
philosophical. She would tell me things like; Just wait until you
have kids. Time flies … period … Your only young once so quit trying
to be fifty. Have you lost your mind! Stop the world I want to get
off. One picture is worth a thousand words, and one hug is worth a
thousand pictures. Love your grandparents because you won’t have them
forever. Take your time, don’t be in a rush to get married, a good
age for marriage is around sixty or so. Go to church even when you
don’t want to! Keep God first in your life. You know what? I didn’t
listen.
Now that I am a bit older, my mother does not philosophize hardly
at all. She has become my very own psychologist cause I ask her
questions like; Why didn’t I listen? Why are people the way they
are? What could I have done better to prevent the worst. Why do my
kids act like they do? How come my back hurts more than it used to?
How come some of the things I used to do, that did not bother when I
did them, bother me now that I no longer do them? Why do I feel so
alone? Would you please explain to me in detail exactly what Murphy’s
Law is?
I suppose I could have said all those mushy things that we men
have a hard time saying like; I love my Mom because she loves me
without qualification or judgment. I love my Mom because she has
sacrificed for me more than she will ever let anyone know, to keep me
safe and loved. I love my Mom because when I hurt even though she
does not always say it, she hurts, often long after my hurt goes
away. Some how, my Moms love is unconditional, almost like Gods.
Someday I will not be able to pick up the phone and say hello Mom,
because their will be no one on the other end.

Let’s mush on because that thought is way too hard …

But I’m not going to say all of those mushy things about my Mom, being
the macho guy that I am. Oops please excuse me my phone is ringing,
it’s my Mom. Sorry people, have to go, my Mom comes first.


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