Mommas Day

Well I wanted to start first and foremost by thanking all the readers that have stopped by my spot so far. Your comments are all appreciated, even the ones that tell me I cannot spell, which by the way reminds me of a funny story. It must have been fourth or fifth grade and I had made it to the regional round of the spelling bee. First word I have to spell, aluminum. Never got past the first three or four letters. As you can imagine as a young boy I was quite dejected to have spelled my fist word incorrectly. I remember quite vividly looking into the audience and realizing, before the judge even had to say anything, by the look on mom's face that I had gotten it wrong. And that brings me to the point of this blog.
Let me start by saying my mother raised me well. I am polite to my elders, I hold the door ladies, I treat everyone with respect, and I love my family. But I am twenty four years old, and that's a lot of time to have made mistakes. And though there are much worse children growing up in this world today, I think my mom would agree I was no picnic. It is probably still hard for her to deal with me at twenty four.
I recall several occasions that I drove my mother up a wall. For instance, when I was a freshman in high school my mom had imposed a curfew on me. Now twelve in the evening is very generous looking back at it, but at the time it wasn't enough. I had some trouble with breaking curfew, I would come home late and mother would enforce. As you can imagine this would cause argument after argument and I remember her telling me don't bother showing up if I am going to be late. I'm pretty sure this would not meant in the literal way, but more so as a threat to cut my you know what. Well one night I obliged her and stayed out all night. I would love to say that was the last time but it wasn't. These are just minor incidents, I could probably go on for the entire day. Because I always heard mom's know everything that's going on, but I would beg to differ. I was kind of a cut-up in school, usually getting by with C's, though there were subjects I really enjoyed and payed attention to such as history and........lunch. High school was a tough time for the two of us as we battled each other a lot. I screwed up my military career due to alcohol, which must have been disappointing to her as well.
And there are a few other things that I have done to cause her heartache, and stress that I will not get into here, not because I am afraid to talk about it, but I know she reads me some things are better left in the past. But despite all this, she is still proud of what I have done in my lifetime. I often wonder how I can repay her for everything she has done for me in my life, and I draw a blank. How can you repay someone who has put up with that for twenty four years? I don't know. I only know that things got bad for me for a while, and that hurt her, and worried her too probably. But I have tried to turn all that around, and maybe she can tell. I guess if I had just one thing to say to her on this Mother's Day it would be this:
Mom I love you very much, I have made many mistakes and I am so happy you forgive me for all of them. I hope to not cause you any more disappointment, though I am not making any guarantees. But I do promise to try so much harder than I have to make you proud, though I know you will always be proud of your boys no matter where they end up in life. You are the best mother in this world, and as long as Drew and I have you to turn to; I think we can handle anything this crazy world throws at us. Thanks for all your patience, love, and the occasional financial assistance. And in case you were wondering I didn't have to spell check aluminum. Happy Mothers Day to all the other great mothers out there, you truly have the most noble job in the world.