I was thinking back to about five years ago. For a school assignment, I had to write a poem: any kind of poem, just a poem. So I wrote one on how Dad played baseball with me despite the rain,

Baseball Joy

Dad said he would play baseball,

Joy,

Then rain,

Sadness,

Dad gave hope,

"To the garage,

Out of the rain,"

Hitting hard in my glove,

Me and Dad,

Good times,

Baseball.

(Now you may be asking yourself, "I thought this was on moms" but I'm getting to that part)

After I wrote this my Mom decided to suprise me and put it in the mail to a poetry publisher. They later sent me a letter saying that my poem had been accepted into their book. (It wasn't a big thing  since there were over a million different authors, but it was a big deal for me back then). I was begging my parents to buy me that book. They said, "Yes" (even though it was a big waste of money) and sent in the money for it. I thought this was a good example of how moms can do something nice. I would like to give one more example of why we still need moms.

Today, I had just changed after our church's lunch, and was outside in the parking lot. I was thrown a football and was looking over my shoulder when suddenly I ran smack into some folding parking things. To make a long story short, I bruised my ribs and I had the air knocked out of me. My Mom heard about it and took me into a corner until I was well enough to go to the bathroom. She stayed and talked with me. This is why we still need our moms.