Vetwife wrote today:
I am the type of Mother who will quit hugging last. I am the kind who cheers the loudest and longest at a ballgame. Clap the loudest at a concert and smile the biggest when amused and cry the longest in my privacy because the kid is upset or just got a divorce and hurting or lost a job. Being a Mother is for life.
My mom would most likely not write something here, in a public form for all to see. But if she did, she'd write something like the above. My mother rocks.
Just a little story below the fold. Oh and a pic, of my mom on her first date with my dad.
It was 1984. I was one of the best golfers in the United States. My mom drove me all around the middle part of this country so I could play. The guy I golfed with daily was African American. That might not sound strange now, well at the time it was very strange.
We are at this place. One of the people running the place said, "well we got a nigger here" and laughed. My mother went, pick up my sticks, threw them in the truck of her car and said something like:
We don't associate with people like that. We're leaving.
Honestly I only understood this years later, cause I was raised in a house where hate wasn't a part of it. Mom told me we don't cotton much to people like that so ...........
I recall the drive home we were all silent.
I've asked her hear why this happened. Why other stuff happened. She just tells me she wanted to raise me right. She loves me.