Posted by webmaster | Posted in Miscellaneous | Posted on 06-05-2011
Tags: cancer, Christmas, makeup, Mother's Day, school mom
Well, it’s Mother’s Day this weekend. And I’m heading out to visit Mom tonight. She just had cataract surgery on Wednesday. My sisters spent a couple of days with her and I’m going to go take care of her for a day or two. She’s worth it. After all, she’s my mother.
Without bragging or putting my mom up on a pedestal or anything, I have to tell you about a memory of her. The entire time I was in elementary school, my mother was the classroom mom. Hand picked by all the other students in my classroom. Some kids today might think that”s a horrific thought. Having your mother come and work with the teacher in the classroom whenever the teacher needed her. Holidays. Birthdays. Special events and fundraisers. My mom was there. I didn’t see it like a lot of other kids – as a chaperon, a spy, an embarrassment.
On the contrary. My mom was a patient saint when I look back. I loved having all the other kids tell me how cool she was. I never got jealous that they hogged her to themselves whenever we went on field trips. I rarely sat with her or walked with her. She was holding hands of the other kids, making them laugh, and showing them by example that it paid to be honest, have integrity, and compassionate. My mom made me proud. I was her son.
When we all graduated to junior high school – no elaborate elementary school graduations here – almost the entire class cried when the teacher gave my mom some flowers. For all of her years of service. We had grown up in front of her and she was beside us the whole way. Only the girls cried though. Okay, a lot of the boys did too. See? My mom still weighs down on me to tell the truth!
My mom has been through a lot. Thrown from the back window over 100 ft from her car when she was hit in a high speed unmarked police chase in 1979, she was in a coma with a broken neck, hip, arm for 5 days and she came back to us, she burped, and said “Excuse me.” That’s my mother.
I could go on and on about how she beat cancer, how we were broke when I was a child and on Christmas Eve, she was determined to give us a Christmas, so she drove us, my sisters and myself, in the pouring rain, and at midnight, hopped a cyclone fence at a nursery in San Carlos, and threw a tree headed for the shredder over the fence and on top of the car. We decorated that tree with popcorn strands and one string of lights and it was one of the best Christmas’ ever!!
I could go on, but I won’t. My mom may not be proud of some of those moments because they may not have been the right thing to do, but that determination to do what moms do best – deliver the goods – every time; well, that’s who she is. And always has been.
What makes up my mother is now part of my makeup. I learned I will always provide. I will always survive. I will try to show my children by example. I may not always be proud of the ways in which I do things, but…
but, I know, my mom always will be.
Happy Mother’s Day to all of the Mommies!!