Meet my Mom

She's a Saint. A real Saint.
You know why?
She never asked for anything for herself. Never.
Not a new dress, shoes, makeup, nothing.
She earned money on the side taking care of other mother's children while
we were away at school. With the money she earned (and I think it was like $5 per day per child), she bought things for my father, like a new gun case one year, which he badly wanted.
She smiled most of the time.
She referenced God often.
She did not criticise her children, she advocated for them.
She loved the underdogs, the broken-hearted, the troubled, the weak, the ones who needed someone to listen.
Of course, I didn't notice it when I was growing up.
Because she was my mom. And I was all about me at the time.
What a mistake that was.
Words of wisdom folks, don't wait until you mom is sick and dying to take stock
of how special she is. DO NOT WAIT ANOTHER DAY. Tell her now, tonight, just how special she is.