Day 25: I am thankful my mama is my mama. She and my father on a particular day in a particular month combined to bring this unique individual into the world. Since my first moment of self awareness, there was never a time I did not know she loved me. She made it clear with each loving word, each pat on the back, each scolding. She showed me by holding me in her lap when I was under the towel over a bowl of hot water and Vicks Vapo-rub. She would come to my football games even though she abhorred the violent collisions she witnessed every play. When I mentioned on Sunday a forgotten concert on Monday and I needed a blue shirt, she would find a way to get me into a blue shirt even though she had to work all day. She would sit up gleefully when I’d wake her up in the middle of the night to be the first to listen to a new song just written. I knew she loved me whenever I caught a glimpse of her looking at me when she thought I wasn’t looking. I probably would have ended up an arrogant yahoo anyway, but seeing her admiration didn’t hurt. When I see myself through my mama’s eyes, I am pretty awesome.
Posted on: Mon, 25 Nov 2013 15:05:31 +0000
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