Mom & Me
I find that each year I grow older, the respect I have for my mother grows. Paula will tell you that I am a serious "momma's boy." I count myself lucky to have had both my parents growing up. They have taught me the importance of hard work, integrity, and love of family.
I think I was always very close to my mom. Even today, I find that I talk to her more than the rest of my family. There was such an age gap between Mike and me that it seemed like I was an only child. Mike was 11 when I was born in February of 1978. Debbie was a little older at 14.
I remember things about my mom like her making me sit at the table until I ate all my greenbeans. She was very stubborn. I guess I see where I got it. I remember getting in the car to go to school and my mom would look at me and gasp. "There is something on your face!" She would then lick her thumb and clean my face. Cats do it, why not us.
I remember when I started taking voice lessons. Mom decided I would be a country singer. Did I mention that she did not run this decision past me first. She would have me sing various country songs in the kitchen, accompanied by karaoke tapes. Paula says I have a bit of a country sound when I sing. I guess it stuck.
There were those days when I was like 12ish and mom, Debbie, and I would try to learn county line dances in our living room to some video. Thanks to those times in my life, I have been deamed the king of the Electric Slide.
I love my mom. There is no mom like her. I love her hands. The hands that changed my dirty diapers were also the hands that spanked my bottom when set fire to the kitchen floor. Those hands ushered me into the bathroom as I knew I was gonna "toss my cookies." Those hands cleaned up the "tossed cookies" when I didn't quite make it to the bathroom. They separated the plain spaghetti sauce from the pot before she added onions because I didn't like them. They smacked my mouth when I decided I would sass her. Those hands applauded every accomplishment important to me.
Here is mom and me about 21 years ago.
I love you, Mom. You are a precious gem that has worth beyond measure.
Happy Mother's Day!
Wayne
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