Good afternoon BMR. Currently I am on vacation, but my body picked this time, this exact time, to get sick. I'm sure it's allergies. One the first day of my vacation, I started sneezing. By day two, I was stuffy with an irritated throat. Even as I type this, I feel the slightest tickle of a sneeze. So I hope this time of year finds everyone else feeling better than I do right now.
Tomorrow is Mother's Day. A big shout out to all the moms in the world. Without you, there would be no us. You spent countless nights worrying about us, staying up late, taking care of us when we were sick, waiting for phone calls, waiting for us to come through the door, hoping we were keeping our feet on the floor, all the while a million other thought ran through your head. You gave us such perils of wisdom such as, "Stop crying, or I'll give you something to cry about." You were our nurses, teaches, tailor's, chefs, sitters for our friends, all the while providing money and all the things we needed to survive. Now my mother had this amazing talent. She had a magic spoon. Now I know your eyes are wide with wonder. You're wondering what the magic spoon is all about. Well, you're in luck. I'm going to tell you. When my mom would bake a cake, of course she would put frosting on it. Now being the good, wonderful, fantastic mother she is, she wouldn't let me eat frosting from the container. No good mother just gives their kid a container of frosting to eat. So I would watch her frost the cake, and she always had enough frosting for the entire cake....plus one spoonful. It was her magic spoon. It always made sure to have enough frosting left over for me. Now I know the spoon wasn't magical. My mom was. Just like whenever I would fall ill, mom would always make me lie down on the couch with a blanket. She would get these small, glass bottle cokes. We only got these when we were sick. Those were magic cokes because they made me feel better. You see all these things were magic to me because my mom and dad gave them to me. They may not have always given me everything I wanted, but they knew what I needed, and they made darn sure I had it. That's what makes a good mom or dad. They know what you need, and they make sure you have it. So while I may not have had all the Barbie toys I wanted, I never went without what I needed. For me, family is about looking back and remembering more of the good times than the bad times. The good times are what helped you through the bad ones. My family was unreal growing up, and I owe a lot of that to my mom and dad. My mom was incredible. She was fierce. Still is. I pity the person that hurts me. My mom carried a gun, taser, and two knives. She'll get you one way or the other. lol. I can remember sitting on the toilet in the morning, hold on, let me finish, while my mom styled my hair. lol. I got into this one situation once that was so bad, I mean really bad. I screwed up royally, but my mom was there, ready to fight for me. I saw this woman shut a grown woman up by turning her head to her and biting her head off. Her husband was smart enough to not say anything at all. My mom stood there, gripping the dining room table in the room, ready to flip it. A momma bear will protect her cubs. Well I'll always be her cub, and she'll always protect me. She'll always be there when I need her, and for that, I can never show how grateful I am to her. She's my shopping buddy, my movie buddy, my friend. We talk about everything, even sex. We went to see 50 Shades of Grey together. All of them. We try on clothes together in the same dressing room. I know the day will come when she's not here anymore. Until that day comes, I'm the luckiest person alive to have her. I will end this paragraph with one more story about her. One summer we were at the beach for a family vacation. My whole family, mom, dad, two brothers, and myself were walking on a sidewalk. There was this hot lifeguard in front of us. The sidewalk forked off, and the men in my family went in another direction. Me and my mom followed the lifeguard for a few steps until we realized the family had turned off. That's my mom.
On another note, though I'm not feeling well, I am going out tonight to see a movie. I'm going to see the new Avenger's movie. Yeah I know some bad things happen in it, but what can I say? *shrugs* Two words. Doctor Strange. Oh. My. Gosh. I gotta see that. Have a good night BMR.