My Mom

I’m not sure what can be said in this space that hasn’t already been said about moms. All I know is I’m glad that my mom didn’t die when she gave birth to me, it was a scary time, but she pulled through. I’m glad that she has always given me the love and space that I needed. I’m glad for so many things that all I can say is ‘thanks mom’.

Thank you for almost birthing me in a 1973 Chevelle. You must’ve sensed my affinity for muscle cars from early on.

Thank you for never letting me forget that you were always in control. I’ll always remember the way you bit your bottom lip as your hand came crashing down repeatedly towards my butt. But also thank you for locking yourslef in your room and crying because you felt so bad about giving me a spanking.

Thank you for all the scrambled hamburger and macaroni and cheese dinners. It was a staple for a time when there was none. Working a full time job, going to school for your master’s, being married AND taking care of two kids left little time for food prep.

Thank you for acting like you had it all together while we were little, but not being afraid to blow a head gasket as we got older. You always kept it real.

Thank you for teaching me the importance of not biting my sister by biting into my fleshy arm. Your mouth looked like that Twizzler mouth from the old commercials, and my arm was the licorice…..I haven’t been able to eat Twizzlers since.

Thank you for helping me out when I went to GFU even though you said you couldn’t. I know this stressed your finances even farther.

Thank you for excepting all my friends and feeding them, I know they can be pigs but you never seemed to mind.

Thank you for telling me that you’d always love me no matter what happened, no matter what I did. For a 14 year old it was such a mountain of reassurance that I’d always be favored in my mom’s eyes.

Thank you for always being proud of me and believing in me.

Thank you for sending me to karate lessons in the 5th grade, you knew how bad I had wanted to go since Karate Kid.

Even though I couldn’t see it then, thank you for never letting my sister and I pick out any candy at the supermarket, you’re right that crap would’ve rotted our teeth out and I like teeth.

Thank you for thinking of me when you used to go to the local video store, surprising me with basketball videos of Magic, or MJ. It was such a warming feeling that you cared about things that I liked.

Thank you for still loving dad after 30 some odd years, it is such a wonderful example for my sister and I to follow.

Thank you for not keeling over dead when I told you I wanted to buy a motorcycle, I’m sure I added a few grays on your head.

And most of all thank you for loving me more than my sister. She was easy to love with all the straight A’s and positive attitude, but since I was happy with C’s and a grumpy attitude I required more love, thank you, I know I’m your favorite.

They say, “There is only one perfect child in the world, and every mother has it”. This may be true, but I feel that more often than not, the same could be said about mothers. I know, because I have the perfect mother.

I love you mom!


  1. normaljean said,

    May 14, 2006 @ 10:11 am

    Your Mom must be a wonderful person to have a son who turned out as great as you. :) Happy Mother’s Day, Micah’s Mom!

  2. momma said,

    May 14, 2006 @ 12:27 pm

    No words can express, but the tears are cascading down my face right now and my heart is too full for my chest. Love you always and forever son, momma.

  3. Jacob Herrick said,

    May 15, 2006 @ 6:03 pm

    ……….your mom is the bomb.

  4. Anthony said,

    May 17, 2006 @ 6:02 am

    Yes, and thank you MOM for feeding me and letting us go to those Events at the rose bowl…
    It just doesn’t get any better than this..
    Since I have no mother, maybe you could volunteer when I see you next time..
    I shall return and blessings to all you NOWACKS….!!!!!

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