What mom means to me...
Friday, May 07, 2010
With Mother's Day being this Sunday, I've been doing a lot of thinking about mine and how others view their moms. I'm really saddened when I see, hear, or read about people who were or aren't close to their moms. I guess I've really been blessed when it comes to mine.
My mom grew up hard in the logging camps and coal mining towns of West Virginia. Both of her parents died before she was ten years old. Her mother was a cook for many of these camps and coal mines. That's where my mom learned how to cook. She was then raised by her older brother and his wife. She helped with their kids, they had seven so she had plenty to do. They were dirt poor and lived off the land. But mom said she never remembered anything but being happy. My dad used to tell me he thought he was poor until he saw how my mom lived.
Nowadays my mom would give anything to cook, clean, and pamper her grandchildren. Sadly she cannot. I know it kills her but she never complains about her lot in life. I do all the cooking and cleaning, along with taking care of both mom and dad. I'm okay with it though. I figure I owe them my best effort for all they've done for me. I even give my mom her weekly shower, and I'm not one bit ashamed of that.
She has supported my weight loss efforts 100% too. She sometimes has to kick me out the door to get my workouts in. She says, "Your dad and I will be alright for an hour or so. You go live your life Steve." It's so hard watching them deteriorate while I'm doing exactly the opposite.
I feel sorry for those who haven't known their moms like I know mine. I'm truly blessed, even with watching her suffer with pain 24/7. If that can't motivate me right there, then I'm the hopeless one. I love you mom...you're the best.
All of you moms out there have a wonderfully Happy Mother's Day! If you're a tenth of what my mom is...you deserve it.