My Mother

Posted Up: May 18th 2001

Okay, this is probably the 2nd hardest article I wrote so far. Thinking about what I put my mother through just frustrates me. But, what it all comes down to, is that I love her, she loves me, and we're still family. Ya like that, I quoted that ughing Barney character, kinda. Anyways, my mother did come across this article, printed it up, and now proudly hangs it on her office wall along w/ pics of others and the poems I wrote for her prior to this article.

The day of all days to show appreciation, I feel, is Mother's Day. Here's a day dedicated to the person who gives life to another human being. This day is set aside to show appreciation for this special woman. A day to be remembered in some cases.

Me, I don't go all out for this day. I do love my mother, Gloria Simpson, a whole lot. I do anything for this woman. I don't always show this, but it's what I feel inside for this talented, and beautiful woman. On this wonderful day I just let her relax and do whatever she wants to do. If she wants to sit and watch t.v. all day, so be it. I will not bother her as she watches whatever she wants. I will not nag her 'bout leaving it on the Lifetime network all day. For one day, she's in control of whatever she wants. She has the leisure to tell me what she wants and having it get done, if possible. I'm sure she would like surprises and stuff, but unfortunatly I'm not the one to give them to her, I think.

Well, take this year for example. Me and a bro went and barbequed for her. Steaks, hamburgers, and hot dogs were the main things we did. Oh, the fruit salad too, but nothing over extravagant. No 30 dollar dinner plates with li'l to show for how much we would have paid. We did this out of love for her, and had fun doing it. We appreciate her love, her presence, and her essence she gives us every day of every year, unconditionally. She asks for nothing in return for giving her all. She does so with a good heart, and it doesn't go unnoticed.

I'm not one to go materialistic in showing how much I love this woman, and others that I consider my moms. Hugs, words, or looks are enough to do so, I'd like to think. Nothing of extreme value, moneywise, is given by me, but she will get something I put a lot of myself into as a gift. One year, a couple poems were all I could give her, but she was proud she got them. She hangs them in her office with pride so others can see what she got from her loving son. I've heard that those poems touched a couple people. Enough to make them cry. But, it wasn't me giving her just any ole writing on paper, it was my thoughts and feelings translated into written words she got that year. Not much spent on my part, but a gift that went beyond value of dollars.

I know I'd like to buy her something extravagant, because I feel this woman is worth that, and more. I want the finest things for this woman who showed me how to be the man I am now. I'd like nothing more than to tell her, "No, don't go to work today, because all your financial needs are no more." But, sadly, it isn't going to happen anytime soon. It may never happen, but what a wonderful dream it is to have. I have all good intentions, and from how she raised me, she's alright with getting just that.

I'm a reflection of her and more. I'm her baby son. I'm the last to exit her womb. I'm the one who's responsible for sleepless nights, headaches, and gray hairs. I'm also the one who gives her smiles, tears, and pride. I'm here because of her, and would like to show my worth through my lifestyle and life choices. Through what I do with my life, I'm telling my mother, "you are a brave, talented, strong, caring, and wonderful person, because through you, I am who I am today." I know that, and continue to act on it as time passes.

I love her for creating me, and I love her for raising me. I love her for her discipline, and I love her for her tenderness. I love her for guidance, and I love her for letting me be free. I love her for pointing out my mistakes, and letting me make them. I love her for giving me someone to love. I love her for being who she is to me, my mother.

Posted on 04 Jun 2006 by Windreamer