A few days ago, I asked people to talk about who they love and why in a post called "Somebody to Love."
If asked who I love, there are a lot of answers I could give.
Still, there's one person who has taken a lot of flack from me in the blogosphere, and so I think I need to rectify that in some way by stating the following:
I love my Mom.
From the day I was born, she's always tried to do whatever she could to make sure I had a better life.
She left my Dad, the love of her life, because she knew he wasn't ready to be a good father or a good husband.
She went to work--and every time I hear stay-at-home moms criticize working mothers, I feel like telling them that my mother showed me more about how much she loved me by working than she ever could have by marrying some rich jerk and baking cookies four times a day. She taught me about the value of hard work, and sacrifice, and most of all, she taught me that sometimes you have to suck it up and do what you have to do even if you don't want to.
We never had a lot of money, and yet every Christmas I had more gifts than I knew what to do with.
She only let me be around people who loved me as much as she did--which meant my Aunt and Grandmother. As a result, I was raised by some pretty tough women. Yes, I could have used some more positive male influence in my life, but in my opinion, if you want to know true strength--you talk to a good woman.
Did she make mistakes? Yes, lots. But she was also so young when she had me. I can't imagine being 25, the age I am now, with a failed marriage and a kid to support with little-to-no help. I don't know how she did it, but she did it.
She calls me every day to see how I'm doing.
If I need something, she's there.
When I crashed my car, she was there in minutes and the first thing she did was hug me and say--"Thank God you're alright."
She always thinks I'm not eating.
She cries at the cheapest birthday card as long as I put an "I love you" on the inside.
She's never missed a single show I've done, and when they're over, she tells me I should have had a bigger role.
My Mom's my hero, and I don't know where I'd be without her.
She's not just someone I love, she's someone who taught me what loving someone means.
If asked who I love, there are a lot of answers I could give.
Still, there's one person who has taken a lot of flack from me in the blogosphere, and so I think I need to rectify that in some way by stating the following:
I love my Mom.
From the day I was born, she's always tried to do whatever she could to make sure I had a better life.
She left my Dad, the love of her life, because she knew he wasn't ready to be a good father or a good husband.
She went to work--and every time I hear stay-at-home moms criticize working mothers, I feel like telling them that my mother showed me more about how much she loved me by working than she ever could have by marrying some rich jerk and baking cookies four times a day. She taught me about the value of hard work, and sacrifice, and most of all, she taught me that sometimes you have to suck it up and do what you have to do even if you don't want to.
We never had a lot of money, and yet every Christmas I had more gifts than I knew what to do with.
She only let me be around people who loved me as much as she did--which meant my Aunt and Grandmother. As a result, I was raised by some pretty tough women. Yes, I could have used some more positive male influence in my life, but in my opinion, if you want to know true strength--you talk to a good woman.
Did she make mistakes? Yes, lots. But she was also so young when she had me. I can't imagine being 25, the age I am now, with a failed marriage and a kid to support with little-to-no help. I don't know how she did it, but she did it.
She calls me every day to see how I'm doing.
If I need something, she's there.
When I crashed my car, she was there in minutes and the first thing she did was hug me and say--"Thank God you're alright."
She always thinks I'm not eating.
She cries at the cheapest birthday card as long as I put an "I love you" on the inside.
She's never missed a single show I've done, and when they're over, she tells me I should have had a bigger role.
My Mom's my hero, and I don't know where I'd be without her.
She's not just someone I love, she's someone who taught me what loving someone means.
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