Remembering The Moms In My Life
I would love to tell you that I was an ideal son, but that would be a lie. The truth; I was a very complicated child with an even more complicated history. Looking back, it’s obvious that my mom did the very best she could with me and the life she was given. And today, I wish I could give her just one more hug, tell her one more time how much I love her.
But, sadly for me, she’s gone on to be with Jesus and her pain from this life ended. Thankfully. the last three words I said to her were: I Love You.
You can read what I wrote to her here: The Last Three Words
I also lost my other mom, my wife’s mom, who went on to be with Jesus after battling cancer. She loved me as if I was her flesh and blood son and I believe with my heart that she and my wife were sent to me by God when I needed them most.
I used to love coming into a room and intentionally cutting up just to see her laugh. Speaking English was difficult for her so I’d have to use broken English infused with ample amounts of body language to communicate. That and I would learn a few phrases of her Filipino dialect (which wasn’t Tagalog) but just the ones that cracked her up. My favorite time to make her laugh was when she didn’t have her dentures in, because she would always lift her hand to cover her mouth whenever she’d laugh. But, I loved her with all my heart.
Back to covering smiles, I don’t know why but, when I first met Marianne she did the same thing; but now that shes had braces (and oddly, wants them again because she likes how they look) she doesn’t do the mouth cover anymore. I think its and Asian culture thing or something to be very aware of your smile or maybe they’re just worried a piece of spinach is still stuck in their teeth, who knows.
But since today is Mother’s Day 2013, I want to honor my favorite mom, the mother of my five children. Not to brag but to bless, I’ll tell you that there is NO doubt in my mind that God created Marianne just for me, I’m absolutely certain that no one else would’ve survived the man I once was long enough to realize the man I am today. I can’t begin to tell you how thankful I am for her everyday.
Someone once made the comment to my wife that it was obvious that I adore her. That’s completely true, I do adore her, but people forget or don’t know that we have a fairly lengthy history together, (it’ll be twenty-two years this November) and it wasn’t all roses to get to where we are now, we’ve certainly had our share of pain. If you haven’t read that part of our story you can read that here, but I warn you, it may change your mind about me.
So, today I honor the last mother in my life, my beautiful wife Marianne who loved an unlovable soul until I could let go of the pain of my own life, and love her properly in return. I honor her for being willing to give birth and raise five beautiful people with me and for trusting me enough to follow me anywhere, even when it ended in complete disaster (I’ll tell that story some other day).
But, I love her and honor her today for far more than just the big things that are easy to tell, I love her for giving me a kiss every night before I go to sleep, for never eating dinner without me and even fighting to give me the last piece of whatever we’re eating. I love her, for her willingness to baby me whenever I’m sick (such is the case today). I love her for her smile, for holding my hand everyday. I love her for every time she’s told me for no reason that she loves me.
I also love her for allowing me to finally pursue my dream of being an author and a speaker (I’m working on that now).
Quite literally, I could list a thousand reasons I love her but I could never explain why she loves me as much as I love her; but, I don’t try to explain it, I’m just thankful to God for her and that’s enough.
If I could give one piece of unsolicited advice to anyone, I would tell you, don’t just buy the flowers of the chocolate covered strawberries and let that tell the mothers in your life how much you care. Add your own words to it, because I love you isn’t just for a moment, it’s forever.