Have you ever met someone who could light up a room? Who could make others feel special just with their presence? Who would cook you chicken soup when you were sick, be the first one to wish you happy birthday, be the one who tucked you in at night? Have you ever met someone who let you lick the frosting from the spoon while making a cake, promise not to tell your dad when you got in trouble, sneak a meal to you, when you were grounded? Of course you have, they’re Moms.
Moms make a deal with God during pregnancy that if they can have a healthy child they will spend the rest of their lives putting themselves second to their children. They bring us home incapable of doing anything and teach us everything. How to tie our shoes; comb our hair; brush our teeth. They teach us invaluable lessons like: look both ways before crossing the street, don’t talk to strangers, be fair, be courteous, and mind your manners. Moms bring us the world in small doses.
Then life goes on, birthdays pass, parent-teacher meetings, first dates, broken hearts, first crushes, graduation, life. Till you have a family of your own and the cycle begins again. I’m writing today not just because it’s Mother’s Day (or at least it was when I wrote this) but because I don’t think very many of us realize what a sacrifice our mothers make when they make their pact with God (Always to be second; always to put our needs first).
Moms (not necessarily birth mothers; there is a difference) in some cases put their own hopes and dreams on a shelf to gather dust just so they can see us smile, laugh, cry. The great ones would give their life for us, many have. If you go to Washington, DC you’ll see a tomb for the Unknown Soldier and the Washington Monument, but where’s the monument to Moms? It’s a funny thing about Moms, most of the time they’re not even looking for any credit. They just want to stay involved, want to be a part, want to share a life with us. Moms just want to make us better. Better enough so that we can stand on our own two feet and make a difference in this world. Moms are the generals that prepare us for life. Let’s not forget it.
We all have our time in the sun but let’s never forget we are the sons and daughters of someone who made a choice the day we were born that we came first. Love your Mom. They won’t always be around. So when they’re gone and the phone doesn’t ring on your birthday and you don’t have someone to hug to tell you it’s going to be okay, you won’t have any regrets. Love your Mom.
In loving memory to Mary Ann Antona.
by Fred Cuellar the Diamond Guy®