To each his own. To me my own.

To Mom

She said it herself about a week ago. ‘When she hurts, I hurt’. Well, my turn to say it now.

When she hurts, I hurt. My precious mother. I don’t want to get too technical on here for reason of privacy. But what I will say is that she’s been through way more than her share of hurt and heartache in her life. So much so, that I’m often amazed at the fact she hasn’t ever broken.

Yesterday was a birthdate of extreme significance to her. That in itself is always hard, when that time rolls around – as well as several other dates throughout the year.

Quite often I look at her strength, which she would probably argue the fact that she has, with much admiration. She has pushed through the hardest of times all while exuberating class and dignity. Not just part of the time… but all of the time.

She’s dedicated much time and patience in teaching her only child what it truly means to be a real southern lady. While I haven’t always been the best student, the old saying is true… you never stop learning.

So, Mom – know that you have an admirer out there. Though it’s for certain I’m not the only one – your baby girl will always be your number one fan.

2 responses

  1. No doubt your mother has instilled in you the same stamina you have seen in her.

    “To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

    A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance…Ecclesiastes 3

    Thank God for those times to laugh and dance after misery has soaked us through and through!

    July 18, 2010 at 11:17 am

    • Bonnie

      Thank you for that Carol… and ironically enough, that is one of my mother’s very favorite scriptures – as well as song by The Byrds. She will be equally amazed when she reads your comment. 🙂

      July 18, 2010 at 12:46 pm

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