There’s so much meaning in the word Mom. For me it’s endless.
As a child, it’s toast with cinnamon and sugar and coloring books when I’m sick. A band-aid, when I skinned my knee and elbows. A hug, when I was teased by other kids. A tissue, when life seamed over-whelming
As a teenager, it’s patience and understanding, when I was thinking more of myself then her. It’s support, when I made poor choices and learned lessons the hard way. It’s a hug, when my first girlfriend broke my heart. A tissue, when life seemed over-whelming.
As an adult, it’s the strength of letting me go on my wedding day, knowing I’ll be back. It’s watching me with proudness, while I held my first born. Its being a phone call away, when I had a thousand questions on raising my kids. A tissue, when life seemed over-whelming.
Today, by example, it means when there’s pain from life’s journey there’s still a smile. Where there is weakness there is strength, and through it all, there is family.
” Hey Mom, you got a Tissue?”
