Tuesday, May 13, 2008

PrompTuesday #4

PrompTuesday Exercise #4. I had lots of trouble with this one, but I think it turned out okay. I think I'm still set on Mother's Day around here. I feel a teeeeny bit guilty that the cards went out late, and parts of the gifts aren't going to get there until well after May is over. So, maybe that is why my mind drifted the way it is. Or, maybe it is because my mom rocks.

My entry:

I don't really know what to write about my first male love. I can't remember much of him. His name was Jeremy. He punched me in the eye at the bus stop when I was peer pressured into calling him a "sissy girl." I still feel guilty about that poor kid, and how nasty I was to him. I think that our relationship changed after that. My mother always smiles and giggles about the trouble the two of us caused. They had to sit us at separate tables because we would giggle and hold hands, unable to pay attention to the teacher.

My first love, my first real love, was my mother. You see, she has always, always been there for me. I can call her at 2:00AM from thousands of miles away because some crazy man has been beating on my door, and 911 hung up on me. I can rely on her to be there to help me give birth to my children, and even help raise them. I am pretty certain that I could ask her to do just about anything, and she'd do it. That's the kind of mom she is. I know, I'm very lucky.

She's not always in the front of my mind, but often, waiting in the shadows, hovering there, helping me. Her presence helps me make decisions, and when I have a hard time, I know I can always think "What would my mother do if she were here?" When I don't know what she'd do, I can call and ask. And she'd tell me.

According to http://www.dictionary.com/, the definition of beauty is the quality present in a thing or person that gives intense pleasure or deep satisfaction to the mind… My mother is that beauty that hangs in my head, hiding in the shadows of my mind and my heart, helping me, guiding me along, even when she doesn't know it. My mother is the Beauty in the Shadows..


Ashlee said...

I think your post was wonderful! Warm fuzzies! :0)

debawriter said...

That was lovely.
A mom like that is a wonderful thing.


Vanessa said...

Awww. So sweet! And so true! Your mom was a wonderful "foster" mom to me in college, and I will always be thankful for her!