Mama's Boy
She gave birth and raised me. She showed me love, often at times when I needed it most.
There is a special love between a mother and child that goes far beyond that of any other relationship. I believe it begins with those first nine months in her womb.
It never fades. Even now, when I call her on the phone, her voice changes when she hears that it is me. It's as though the simple act of hearing one of her children has brought immense joy to her.
When it comes down to it, I am a Mama's boy.
She took care of me. She babied me too much at times, perhaps. But she's loved me always. In college, for example, I was the envy of my friends when I returned from breaks with Tupperwares filled with gravy and meatballs. After long breaks, she'd have beautiful steaks wrapped up for me to enjoy with my roommies.
One of my biggest passions is cooking. It's no secret I inherited that from Mom. I remember being a kid and helping her on Sundays make that awesome gravy and frying the meatballs. "More breadcrumbs, Mom?" "Do I keep grating the cheese?" "How much basil?"
My mom has the warmest and most genuine smile in the world and when she smiles at me I always knew everything was OK.
She wasn't perfect. None of us are. She made mistakes. Then again, so have I. And when I hit the darkest times in my life -- and there have been plenty of dark times -- she was always there for me, giving me love.
I remember at college she came up for an unplanned visit. She had that sixth sense that all mothers have that told her I was in trouble. She was right. I was lost.
Mom loves my wife. I cannot stress enough the importance of this. They talk -- really talk. They're friends.
She is a proud and loving grandmother, showering Jonathan with hugs and kisses -- and anything else he may want. She rearranges her life to get to see him more.
Still, when she looks at my sister and at me, it's with that motherly love. It's different. I see it when Claudia looks at Jonathan. I used to see it when my grandmother looked at my father. And I see it when Mom looks at me.
Happy Mother's Day, Mom. I love you.
There is a special love between a mother and child that goes far beyond that of any other relationship. I believe it begins with those first nine months in her womb.
It never fades. Even now, when I call her on the phone, her voice changes when she hears that it is me. It's as though the simple act of hearing one of her children has brought immense joy to her.
When it comes down to it, I am a Mama's boy.
She took care of me. She babied me too much at times, perhaps. But she's loved me always. In college, for example, I was the envy of my friends when I returned from breaks with Tupperwares filled with gravy and meatballs. After long breaks, she'd have beautiful steaks wrapped up for me to enjoy with my roommies.
One of my biggest passions is cooking. It's no secret I inherited that from Mom. I remember being a kid and helping her on Sundays make that awesome gravy and frying the meatballs. "More breadcrumbs, Mom?" "Do I keep grating the cheese?" "How much basil?"
My mom has the warmest and most genuine smile in the world and when she smiles at me I always knew everything was OK.
She wasn't perfect. None of us are. She made mistakes. Then again, so have I. And when I hit the darkest times in my life -- and there have been plenty of dark times -- she was always there for me, giving me love.
I remember at college she came up for an unplanned visit. She had that sixth sense that all mothers have that told her I was in trouble. She was right. I was lost.
Mom loves my wife. I cannot stress enough the importance of this. They talk -- really talk. They're friends.
She is a proud and loving grandmother, showering Jonathan with hugs and kisses -- and anything else he may want. She rearranges her life to get to see him more.
Still, when she looks at my sister and at me, it's with that motherly love. It's different. I see it when Claudia looks at Jonathan. I used to see it when my grandmother looked at my father. And I see it when Mom looks at me.
Happy Mother's Day, Mom. I love you.
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