My mother

Where to start, when most of us can say so many great things about our mothers. My mother wasn’t the best cook, but she tried , I remember many of an over cooked meal. But looking back I may have helped in making this happen. Always in trouble, with a short temper. So instead of cooking she was trying to keep and eye on me. I am currently a single full time father. While I am at work , it is my mother who has my son. And I know he is in good care. Because I know she would ruin a well planned meal to make sure he is safe. As she has done for myself in the past.

I learned a lot from my mother , to what a great parent should be. Whenever I get into a jam, On how I should handle what my son has done. I think and look back at what my mother has done.

My son has my temper, I see it all to well. Yes I have calmed down, and I thank my mom for helping quell that rage . The little things she taught me when I was growing. They still apply today, and I use them on him.

I am a calmer man now then I was as a child . She was able to deal with my fire, and teach me to turn it into something I can forge. I have become a patient man, through her patient ways.

I thank my mother for still being here to help, who continues to be a rock, when the world is in chaos . Reminding me that in the end. If you can remain calm, you will be able to take your time. See the whole picture , then solve what you can. That not everything is fixable , but everything is manageable.

I was still stubborn, ( part of me still is) in my 20’s . And I lost my job, my girlfriend at the time left with our child, and I was losing the place that I lived. I felt like the world was caving in on me. Yet, I still refused to reach out and ask for help. Sinking , I did what was the most irrational thing I have ever down. I went down to the local credit union and held it up. I was going to use the money to try and get an apartment or at least a hotel for a few.

The mother of my child called the cops , and then called me to have me watch our child. When I pulled up , the cops took me out of the car and arrested me in front of my child. My ex saying ,” Say bye to daddy , he won’t be around anymore.”

Three weeks , I was locked up for. Before I was able to get my first letter. It was from my mother. Not condoning me, but asking why I didn’t ask for help. That she loves me dearly, and that she is still here.

I took a plea bargain, and spent the next 32 months in federal prison. Every other week, my mother was there to visit me. She would bring my child with her , when she was able to. But she never missed a visit.

Unconditional love , is the strongest of all loves. And it is shown in a mother’s love. She helped me get back on my feet. Got me to started on making a parenting plan that would work, so I could be in my child’s life. She taught me , that no matter how far you fall down. You can always climb back up.

I can never point out just one, thing I have learned more over another from my mother. For she was able to show me that even the smallest lessons can make the biggest compact.