May. 9, 2008 - A brief tribute to my Mom for Mother's Day
My mom is several states away this Mother's Day. So one of the ways that I figured that I could honor her was to write a short tribute to her on this blog.
Mom-
As I thought about what to write here, there were three stories that came to mind. Each of these stories required tremendous gumption on your part and displayed your love for me.
- Although I don't remember the specific details, I am told that in kindergarten that a big bully named "Jermy" repeatedly pushed me in the mud. I would then run home in a mess, only to repeat the cycle again the following day. One day, you told me to go ahead and push him back. Jermy never gave me trouble again. I learned patience....and toughness.
- Thrs nothing harder than being a substitute teacher in a middle school. Except perhaps being a substitute teacher in a middle school class where your son is the resident smart aleck. So this son decided to challenge his mom (the substitute teacher) in front of the class. So she rung him up with his first after school detention in front of the class. My mom would also ring me up for my third detention later in the year. It had to be a tough call, but she made the right decision.
- When I graduated from college, my dad couldn't get away from work responsibilities, so mom made the trip to Oklahoma by herself. And the airline lost her luggage. So my mom improvised. She bought the essentials and made the best of the whole weekend without a complaint. This would not be the last time that the airline luggage handlers would misplace her bags.
These are just three memories about my mom that stand out. Perhaps the greatest hope of any mom is that her children will grow in their knowledge and affection for the Saviour. And my brother and I are both following Jesus. Mom, there is no greater tribute to your motherhood than that fact. The prayers of many years have manifested themselves in this evidence of God's grace.
So as you celebrate Mother's Day at the Cheesecake Factory with Dad, know that I am thinking of you. I am proud to call you my mom.
Your son,
The Underdog
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