You know, I really do Love my Mom. She's special to me for more reason's than just being my Mom. When I was a kid, she made the most awesome German pancakes every Saturday morning, with green apples sliced thin and baked inside the batter and true homemade maple syrup to pour on top (and the syrup was hot - not cold and out of a squeeze bottle from the refrigerator). My Mom brought me these pancakes and even French Toast with cinnamon and sugar (also made totally from scratch) to me in front of the Saturday morning cartoons or Sunday Morning Hopalong Cassidy shows!
I made clay soldiers and filled the dining room table with cannons and tanks and tents and fortresses and little soldiers and all that was allowed to stand there for days until my imaginary battle was over.
When I was in junior high school, Mom sat at the same family dining table with me and went over my math homework with me until I understood it. If I was frustrated, she consoled me and made popcorn. Oh! Popcorn, made in a pressure cooker bottom with real butter and real salt on Saturday night to watch Creature Feature with Dr. Sanguinary!
When a gang of the older and bigger guys in Junior High School and I had a beef, and the wrestling coach called my Mom to warn her that I was about to get my ass kicked, she had confidence in me and told the coach that "He can handle himself" and she believed it. I think that she was actually so assured that the coach believed her. He certainly wasn't going to argue the point with her too far!
I grew older and was rowdy and did lots of stupid things. We partied and got hit by a train and my Mom STILL was by my side. Covered in broken glass and blood and 175 stitches, my Mom stood by me (even though her first instinct was that I got into a drunken brawl on a Friday night).
My goodness, I didn't realize how much my Mom really loved me! I took it for granted all those years and although I told her that I loved her, I don't think I really ever said it right. I don't think that I can ever say it right. How can a man, a person, ever really tell their Mom or their Dad how much love and respect they really and truly feel for them and want to present to them?
The best way would be to become a promising student, a good husband, an exemplary father and a pillar of society. I may have missed a few of these opportunities. But, I finally understand. I want to say that I love you, Mom!
From me, your son. Happy Mother's Day.
Gordy
I made clay soldiers and filled the dining room table with cannons and tanks and tents and fortresses and little soldiers and all that was allowed to stand there for days until my imaginary battle was over.
When I was in junior high school, Mom sat at the same family dining table with me and went over my math homework with me until I understood it. If I was frustrated, she consoled me and made popcorn. Oh! Popcorn, made in a pressure cooker bottom with real butter and real salt on Saturday night to watch Creature Feature with Dr. Sanguinary!
When a gang of the older and bigger guys in Junior High School and I had a beef, and the wrestling coach called my Mom to warn her that I was about to get my ass kicked, she had confidence in me and told the coach that "He can handle himself" and she believed it. I think that she was actually so assured that the coach believed her. He certainly wasn't going to argue the point with her too far!
I grew older and was rowdy and did lots of stupid things. We partied and got hit by a train and my Mom STILL was by my side. Covered in broken glass and blood and 175 stitches, my Mom stood by me (even though her first instinct was that I got into a drunken brawl on a Friday night).
My goodness, I didn't realize how much my Mom really loved me! I took it for granted all those years and although I told her that I loved her, I don't think I really ever said it right. I don't think that I can ever say it right. How can a man, a person, ever really tell their Mom or their Dad how much love and respect they really and truly feel for them and want to present to them?
The best way would be to become a promising student, a good husband, an exemplary father and a pillar of society. I may have missed a few of these opportunities. But, I finally understand. I want to say that I love you, Mom!
From me, your son. Happy Mother's Day.
Gordy
