Happy Friday fellow quitters, and welcome to day 47 of my journey! I’m feeling really good today. I have a gig tonight and then no plans for Saturday, which means I get to spend it anyway I want with my beautiful wife and the mother of my awesome kids, who are 19 and 21.
Sunday, of course, is Mother’s Day, and I’m going to attend church with my parents. I think that’s a good gift for my mom (that’s her above), since she had a huge role in raising my sisters and me as Christians. We didn’t always want to, but she and dad took us to church every Sunday when I was growing up. Despite her giving us that background I’d be lying if I said I continue to observe that aspect of Christianity today. I just think organized religion has gotten to be too much about money, so I keep my relationship with Jesus between the two of us and spend charity dollars elsewhere.
But I digress. I think today, rather than spouting off about religion, it’s appropriate to give a shout out to mothers everywhere. They gave us life for crying out loud! My mom was very nurturing. I never had to wonder if she loved me. She (along with my dad) raised my sisters and me to see every person as equal, regardless of skin color, race, religion or orientation. She taught us how to treat people, not by telling us, but by her actions and the way she treated people. I’m the person I am today largely because of her.
If I’m being honest, mom was a bit too enabling though, giving me handouts when I was off on my own and should have been dealing with financial matters on my own. I got used to it and even depended on it. Whenever there was trouble with money I could just keep right on drinking and smoking because I knew mom would come through, often behind dad’s back. I guess I was a bit of a “Mama’s Boy,” being her only son of four kids. I don’t know if I could ever repay her.
It took my wife, another great mother, to open my eyes to the fact that I was much too dependent on my own mom to see me through trouble. If you asked her she’d probably tell you she had to step in and take over for my mom a few times in our early days. They both do what they do out of love though, and I love them both for it.
My wife was the one who never gave up on our son when he struggled in high school. He’s off on his own now, working on natural gas pipeline crews all over the U.S., and he will tell you to this day that he too is who he is because of her. I expect when he does settle down some day, he will use his mom as the standard by which he chooses his wife, because he’s seen what lengths she’ll go to in order to make sure her kids are taken care of and happy.
I’m not going to lie, I’ve sometimes taken my mom for granted over the years. She lives right in the same town as I do, and only about a quarter mile away as the crow flies, but I don’t see her as often as I should. My wife’s mom passed away last summer after having been stricken by Alzheimer’s Disease, so she won’t be able to tell her mom how much she appreciates her this Mother’s Day. I’m resolving to make sure my mom knows how much she’s appreciated this weekend and going forward. She had a minor stroke last year. You just never know how much time you’re going to get.
If you’re able to this weekend, make sure your mom knows she’s appreciated. I think that’s the best gift you can give a mother. Thank her and tell her you love her. If you’re not able to, be grateful for the time you did have and know that she loved you like nobody else ever will.
Have a great Mother’s Day weekend!
Yours in Freedom From Weed.